Within the depths of stoic guise,
A secret turmoil softly lies,
Unveiling truths through hidden rhyme,
Men’s battles fought in muted time.
Society’s gaze, the weight they bear,
The mask they wear, the burden’s share,
Silenced echoes of unspoken pain,
Where strength and vulnerability intertwine.
As heads of households, their role defined,
Yet human hearts yearn to unbind,
Emotions trapped, locked deep within,
In the recesses where shadows dim.
Through veiled facade, a silent plea,
To break the chains, to set hearts free,
For tears aren’t weakness, but rivers of might,
In vulnerability, they find their light.
Amidst the whispers, judgment’s sting,
The winds of change, we’ll gently bring,
To rewrite the script, to redefine,
What it means to be masculine, divine.
Let empathy and compassion rise,
Unmasking truths within their eyes,
For men, too, know the weight of strife,
Deserve the solace of a listening life.
So, let us see beyond the face,
Read between the lines, embrace the space,
Where the hidden meaning softly dwells,
In verses penned by unsung yells.
A call to action, humanity’s plea,
To recognize their silent plea,
To hold their hearts with tender grace,
And support them through life’s stormy embrace.
Whispered echoes, they’ll no longer be,
As we stand united, strong and free,
Unveiling truths, dismantling the norm,
In this poetic journey, the hidden storm.
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