March 28, 2025
There is a man you will never truly know. A man whose shoulders hold the weight of the world, yet his lips remain sealed. He walks with a quiet resolve, each step heavy with the burdens he dares not share.
He is the unspoken warrior, the fortress that stands tall when the storm rages. He is the pillar, the unwavering rock, the silent keeper of every sorrow. His pain hidden beneath the armor of responsibility, is swallowed whole, never allowed to slip through the cracks of his carefully built walls.
At night, he sits in solitude, staring into the abyss of his thoughts, where echoes of battles long fought whisper in his ears. He feels the weight of unspoken words pressing against his ribs, aching to be freed, yet chained by the fear of being seen as weak.
To speak is to risk unraveling. To open up is to admit the weight is too much. So he carries it stoic, silent, unyielding. A prisoner to the expectations of strength, a captive to his own restraint.
But there is bravery in vulnerability. A quiet courage in whispering, “I am not okay.” If only he knew that his burden was never meant to be carried alone. If only he believed that breaking was not a sign of weakness, but a call to heal.
Until then, he walks on Heavy but unbroken. Silent but screaming inside. Brave, but oh, so tired.
