Ah men.
My fellow soldiers
We silent,brooding creatures.
Armor up in public
Tears rolling in solititude
They're wrong when they say we're incapable of softness
We're not heartless
Not numb
Just tough.
The world kicks our shins
We respond with a nod and a grunt
Wounds ain't shit
Physical
Mental
Spiritual
We carry on as we sang our lovely silent song
"It is what it is"
