Culture and Current Affairs

I wrote this poem at a recent men’s personal growth weekend:

I Scream Out To You

I scream out to you in a whisper of sorrow:
Hear me, please hear me.

Because I will declare to you,
“I’m fine, really I am.”

Don’t be fooled.
I am a deep blue lake,
frozen hard.

You do not need to assault me with your ice pick;
You do not need to–nor could you–melt me with your intensity torch;
No, you need only look for the thin cracks in the ice,
And the whisps of steam emanating from the
Glorious spring of sublime masculinity which yearns from below.

- Mark David Worthen