Confrontation…..

Double hand splashing
Cold water trickles down
His tired body standing
Heavy against the ground

His work-worn Shoulders
A-frame arms
An image in the Mirror
Pledged to Guard against Harm

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

He shifts his weight, aching
Feeling the years at his hip
His palm finds his center-Chest
He sighs and Bites his lip

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

He hates these moments
This Confrontation of Sorts
Facing the Mirror
With Himself, Holding Court

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

“I could have used your help” He says
“The other day, over the phone”
He indicates a Massive wound
and it’s clear it goes to the bone.

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

“But that Shield”, He points
“Never moves an inch for me”
“and having that Visor would be nice,
to not see things I don’t want to see.”

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

The open helm stares
Empty and careless from its perch
So He leans a little closer
For some recognition, he starts to Search

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

“Maybe a breastplate would be nice”
He thumps against his chest
“Or that sword to riposte a blow?”
“Guess that must be too much to ask.”

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

“You’ll move for plenty of others,
at the whisper of an unkind word.
But for all the pain and sorrow I’ve had,
My cries to you, just never are heard.”

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

“I mean, what the hell do you want from me?
If I can kindly ask?
I’ve never complained about a thing you’ve done,
Since we’ve set upon this task.”

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

A snicker escapes his lips just then
“Let me tell you the funniest bit,
Some people think I’m you every day,
Isn’t that some funny shit?”

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

“As if I could be as strong as you are,
Or handle Our pain all the time
If you’d let me borrow that suit,
I’m sure I could get it to shine”

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

“It’s not as if I haven’t paid your price
Three or Four times over by now.
I’ve an idea, how about we switch
and I’ll wear that Armored Cowl.”

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

“So, This will end the same as it does
each time we enter this dance?
I’ll spill my guts and you’ll stand aside
And let me keep carrying your Lance?”

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

He breaths a heavy sigh
As a tear runs down his cheek
But He quickly wipes it away.
Not wanting anyone to See.

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

But it’s too much sometimes
The Sorrow and the Pain
He does his best to get on top
But sometimes He just can’t contain.

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

So he lets the tears flow freely
And collapses against the sink
lets the weight fall from his shoulders
And closes out his ability to think

In the Mirror
The Tin Man Stands
Empty Visor not waking
Resting Shield at its Hand
Sword at its Side, Waiting
Neither Hero nor Man

And in that moment of uncaring
When he feels His world will collapse
He looks up through his tears to see….
An armored gauntlet, extended to grasp.

 

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About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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7 Responses to Confrontation…..

  1. Annie B says:

    Oh my God do I understand that confrontation. This is magnificent my dear friend ❤️

  2. rachel says:

    this speaks to me…especially after writing about my reflection today. you are something special. xx

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