By Richard White ~ @RWhiteAuthor
Crumbling Men
Men don’t fall clean—they crumble slow, Like autumn leaves beneath the snow. A piece by piece, the edges fray, Yet still, they rise to face the day.
The whiskey burns, a fleeting balm, A borrowed warmth, a fleeting calm. The wind, it whispers truths we fear, Of nights alone, of pain held near.
Each sip, a step, each breath, a plea, For all we were, and couldn’t be. Survival’s song, a hollow tune, A shadow cast beneath the moon.
The trees wear scars of seasons past, Their beauty fades, but roots hold fast. And men, like trees, endure the strain, They bear the weight, and call it gain.
But deep inside, the cracks remain, The quiet ache, the endless strain. For men don’t fall, they learn to hide, The crumble slow, and call it pride.
“Men don’t fall clean—they crumble slowly, piece by piece, and call it survival.”
There’s a quiet poetry in the way we endure. Like autumn leaves spiraling from their branches, we lose parts of ourselves to the winds of time, loss, and love. But instead of admitting defeat, we call it resilience.
The glow of whiskey in a dim room becomes a metaphor—a small sun to warm the pieces we’ve held onto. The autumn wind whispers through the cracks, reminding us of what we’ve lost, but also of what remains.
This isn’t about breaking; it’s about the art of falling slowly. The strength in admitting the struggle. The beauty in weathering it all.
We all crumble—men, women, everyone. Life takes its toll. But it’s in the fragments, the jagged edges, where stories are born. The fire that softens the whiskey mirrors the fire inside us, refusing to be extinguished.
What are the pieces you’re holding onto? What have you learned from your falls? Let’s talk about the art of survival, one sip, one autumn breeze, one crumbling moment at a time.
🍂 Whiskey and Autumn’s Glow 🥃 Capturing raw emotions and the human spirit. Set against the backdrop of autumn’s brisk days and cool winds, this collection delves into the reflections of a middle-aged man seeking resilience, in Hemingway style👇✨ #AutumnVibes, #PoetrySky, #writingcommunity, #BookSky💙📚 [image or embed]
— Richard White, Author/Writer (@rwhiteauthor.bsky.social) December 28, 2024 at 6:52 PM