By The King’s Pen
A man does not cry,
or so the world declares.
He buries every wound in silence,
hiding pain beneath courage.
He grows stronger,
striving to become a better man;
a man, a woman would proudly call her husband.
Forged by battles no one saw,
shaped by pain no one heard,
He learns responsibility before rest,
survival before softness.
He was forged in fire,
nurtured to be a warrior,
taught to carry the weight of the world
while ignoring the weight within himself.
Yet his silent pain goes unnoticed.
His cries for help fade unanswered.
He becomes the healer of wounded hearts,
while his own heart hardens from war.
Who believes a man when he cries?
Will they not call him weak?
Will they not mock his tears?
So he sits alone with his thoughts,
learning not how to live,
But how to survive?
Editor Note: This is part of the UCJ series on creative pieces for Men Mental Health Month
