In silence deep, beneath a stoic guise,
Lies a heart that yearns, where emotions rise.
For strength oft measured by the quiet stride,
Yet battles wage where shadows can't abide.
Society's script, it binds with unseen thread,
A mask of steel upon a weary head.
But storms within, they rage with unseen force,
Unheard, unseen, yet deeply takes its course.
For men, too, bear the weight of weary days,
In solitude where sorrow often sways.
To speak of ache, of fears that clutch so tight,
Is not a weakness, but a brave respite.
Let words unfurl, like petals in the breeze,
Let tears flow free, a balm to troubled seas.
For in vulnerability, courage thrives,
And healing begins as truth arrives.
So let us raise a voice, clear and bold,
For men's hearts matter, their stories told.
In light and love, let stigma find its end,
For in embracing truth, we all transcend.
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