Evidence of a Life Fulfilled

I have grieved the loss of my former self in order to birth a being I do not know

Unwavering faith in the faith of what she saw me to be
To her, I was a soldier fighting in the war to end all wars
Superman personified, savior identified, protector solidified
I was the man of her dreams and now reality
But I was the man of my most horrific nightmare

Late night dates and poetry slams during the sunset

It was sickening
To watch her smile was the only consolation for my trauma, but how long could I maintain my disguise
Beauty and grace with a side of anguish misplaced
It was not her fault I was an invalid
It was not her fault I could not breathe without the opening of the eyelid
For every millisecond without her in my vision was one of death

She had encapsulated the crevices of my cupid's bow
Lips wet with no signs of regret
Fiery heart and the love of my life in tow
I could feel myself morphing into the creatures I could never vet

One foot first, two feet second, and a brain trampling behind
The more I lost of my boyhood, the less I understood my manhood

But I knew her womanhood
It was through and through in the way she glided her heels
The way she whisked the last bit of cornbread batter out of the bowl
The way her breasts fed our baby girls their meals
The way she awoke to pray to our Lord before the day's toll

Surely, if I was a man to her, then I could conquer the world
I've been made into an honest man as a punishment to my boyish behavior
A love for life is not real because the love I have for her surpasses any human understanding of time
Tight grip in between our fingers as she gives me a glimpse of the world through her eyes

Truly, it is sickening
​But I guess being sick is not so bad after all