She is no shrinking Juliet to any man’s Romeo
She is the sea
No compassionate caresses of pity from her will my plaintive whimpers yield
Test me. Break me. Shatter through my weakness and leave me shivering on your rocky shores
What man can know the moods of the sea?
I gaze into her depths of blue; her eyes of sparkling depths unknown
No man can rape her
Men who try find themselves raped in turn. Broken men upon her scorn
She is not my pool of rest and respite from the treachery of the world
She is here to test me, break me, smash my falsity and ignorance upon her beach of stark realities
Like a masochistic monk I whip myself with her relentless tides
Until I lie helpless and naked upon her shore
Oh keen young inquistor!
Break through my lies and deceits!
Pry from me my hidden innermost secrets and twisted thinking
Leave me exposed and helpless to run back to her seeking solace and finding only her contempt and scorn
Get up Coward; You weakling! Silence your lazy whimpering whines!
You seek a shoulder to cry on? Ha!
The germ, the disease, the gene of scoliosis lies within me.
Waiting.
Like my mother, will it break my spine?
Will it crush my organs?
Bend, cripple, shrink me to a sniveling, whimpering whining twisted wreck of a man as my years stretch into the dusty dismal future?
God let it come! I welcome its twisting dismemberment
Thank God that I have this
Woman
She will pity me not
Rather she will unravel my weakness all the more.
She will craft it, sculpt it, mold it into sterner stuff
And when my weak twisted broken body lies crumpled on the floor a putrid pool of rotting vomit
My soul will take flight to the blue clear vision of her
Rebirth!
And I will gaze with proud confident strength upon her beauty
Her straight angular crisp un-aging undying form
The embodiment of strength and scorn of weak
Oh Woman!
I crush my weakness and Glory in the strength which is yours
Your fierce changing tides test me, challenge me, urge me
To be a better
Man!
~Written by Unknown, Featured artwork by: Imre Szombathy