Pillars Of Quiet Strength

In a world often shaped by expectations and labels, it’s easy to overlook the men who have quietly shaped us with their kindness, strength, and wisdom. Have you ever considered how the positive men in your life have truly transformed you?

In the embrace of my father’s care,
I learned that strength comes with being fair.
He showed me how to face the world bold,
With a heart that’s warm, a spirit that’s gold.

My brothers, mischievous yet kind,
Taught me how to laugh, and unwind.
They showed me a love that doesn’t demand,
But always offers a helping hand.

From friends who never made me hide,
I learned the power of standing by one’s side.
Their words lifted me when I was down,
They saw the queen, even without a crown.

Teachers with wisdom, gentle and wise,
Opened my mind and cleared my eyes.
They nurtured the dreams I dared to chase,
With patience, guidance, and boundless grace.

Yes, I’ve met shadows, men who’ve been unkind,
But I refuse to let them define my mind.
For every wound, there’s been a healing touch,
From men whose presence meant so much.

These men, imperfect yet strong and true,
Have shaped me into someone new.
Through love, respect, and lessons shared,
They’ve made me more than I ever dared.

Though shadows may exist, I know the light of the good men who shaped me will always outshine them. What role have the positive men in your life played in your growth?

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Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Until Noon

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Cruising Alone

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