It’s Ok
Come here, my sweet boy. Be safe and warm in my embrace. Let the silent tears fall down your face. It’s ok.
Let them be your sound. Let them show your hollowed soul and empty heart. It’s ok.
Relax the hands clamped in your hair. It will not help to rip out the pain you feel in your gut. That pain will not budge. It’s ok.
My love, this is normal. This is life. It’s ok.
You are feeling life. The ebb and flow of emotions as we experience all the different facets of existence. It’s ok.
There is nothing wrong with you. As time keeps moving forward, the pain will change again. It’s ok.
Never hide this side of yourself. Show it to the world. Let them know how you feel. It doesn’t make you less. It’s ok.
You are braver than a knight. Without walls or armor, you’ll stand upon a field saying, “Look at me, this is who I am”. It’s ok.
You will be loyal, empathetic, loving, strong, courageous, and wise. It’s ok.
The very men that have walked before you will lay a box at your feet. You will look upon that box, scuff at its four walls, its small cramped interior, and its lid that will shut too tight. It’s ok.
Instead, standing tall, you’ll bare your soul to the world and stand proud. It’s ok.
Know that the souls that follow you will never see that box. Will never be forced to stand on that field and decide between that horrid confinement to the shame, exclusion, and ridicule that you will brave for them. It’s ok.
I’m sorry that you must forge this path. But you are my son. The very first of its kind.
You will always be loved.
And when the day comes and my arms are no longer here to climb into, just know that your heart will always be protected by the shielding of my love.