A True Man.

Can you see him, walking

down the street.

My man a true man.

Never lost in a crowd,

just one face

among many.

Unflinching, never

cowering. Standing 

solid, while others

flee.

My man, a true

man, comes home

to me.

     Virginia Reid

I know that staying silent

is never

enough.

 I don’t have the courage to 

say what I should

to you.

Instead,

I should wear my foolish heart 

on the outside, so there is no 

need for words.

You arrive, unbidden, just as

my troubles threaten

to overwhelm me.

Like a woman,

drowning in trouble.

I reach for the

life line you toss

in my direction.

My unspoken gratitude

floats on the surface

of a troubled sea.