The Struggle Is Real

He dreads the minute that the light creeps over the horizon,

Preferring to hide quietly in the dark of the night,

Where he can shed his tears in relative autonomy,

As he begins to question his ability to fight.

**

Then, the sun’s gaze hovers upon the edge of the world,

And dries the tears that awash on his face,

He plasters that fake smile upon his gorgeous lips,

Rejoining the strength only known to the human race.

**

He goes about his day keeping extraordinarily busy,

Able to pretend all is right within his world,

His laughter booms and echoes from the ceiling,

And he’s forgotten the pain of the night in which he once curled.

**

Kindness fills his heart for the lonely,

Empathy swallows his doubt of ever being alright,

He spends his day welcoming the downtrodden,

Bringing their darkness into his light.

**

He wraps strong arms around the weak,

Feeds the emotionally hungry with the love in his heart,

Honours his ancestral words of wisdom,

Making the world a better place in which he’s a part.

**

But once that sun descends and disappears once more,

He walks into the darkness with shoulders bent,

Where he curls in upon himself,

And shatters fully, his emotions spent.

**

He rides the darkness in waves of excruciating pain,

Silent screams torment the agony that tears him apart,

Memories awash his fragile mind,

And he regrets his soft-centred and empathic heart.

**

Nights of scored nightmares wrestle with his strength,

As he lays crumbled, shattered and broken,

But then dawn raises her sacred head,

And he pastes on his smile and wears his words, so softly spoken.

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