I have been a witness to the beauty of human struggle.
I have outgrown all the adversity, as it no longer fits my bubble.
I have learned how to be a good man without a blueprint.
I had to invent my own version of masculinity to uplift my spirit.
I stopped fighting my sensitivity and started embracing it.
You can't hurt a man who has already accepted his own weakness,
But that doesn't mean defeat has witnessed the fall of my greatness.
In a world so naive, I've found serendipity in the vastness
Of my own thoughts.
I have built a sanctuary where the world only sees sadness;
I am the architect of an inundation of love, not the hatred that brings drought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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