When I was a young amateur, society’s words
and thoughts got deeply imbibed in my mind
that men aren’t supposed to cry.
That men come from a stronger background
who fight sadness with sadness and
expression with suppression.
Yet when I held back those tears
I failed to let go of those instances.
And I yearn to go back to those instances.
Instances that could have drawn a map beneath my eyes,
filled with tear drops yet manage to escape
and let escape my mind from its grief.
ImageCredits – Sketch by Stefan Pabst