The Wounded Warrior

The Wounded Warrior

I was born into the hands of a wounded warrior.

He’s carries this pain across lifetimes – held for too long.

Release me, I said.

Release the shame.

Release the guilt.

Release the blame.

Release the illusion that it could have been any other way.

You are a hero, I reminded him. The hero of all men.

Release me, I said.

I don’t belong to you.

I have yet to meet a man that doesn’t feel this ancestral wound, the sense of failure that’s projected into the world. It manifests as overcompensation. It manifests as lack of discipline, apathy, judgmentalism, blame. For some, there is a paralysis of connection acted out through promiscuity or quietly with porn. The shame; it’s hard to understand what it is, why it is. There’s just the feeling that something wrong and it’s ‘their fault’.

He’s carries this pain across lifetimes – held for too long.

Release me, I said.

Release the shame.

Release the guilt.

Release the blame.

Release the illusion that it could have been any other way.

You are a hero, I reminded him. The hero of all men.

Release me, I said.

I don’t belong to you.

I have yet to meet a man that doesn’t feel this ancestral wound, the sense of failure that’s projected into the world. It manifests as overcompensation. It manifests as lack of discipline, apathy, judgmentalism, blame. For some, there is a paralysis of connection acted out through promiscuity or quietly with porn. The shame; it’s hard to understand what it is, why it is. There’s just the feeling that something wrong and it’s ‘their fault’.