In the shadow of his mind, he walks alone,
Battles raging, struggles deeply sown.
Invisible wounds, unseen scars,
The weight of the world, like iron bars.
A man once strong, now lost in thought,
Invisible chains, his spirit caught.
Each day a battle, a war within,
Fighting demons, to find peace again.
Friends and family, they try to understand,
But the darkness grips with a heavy hand.
Smiling faces, masking the pain,
An appearance he wears, to hide the strain.
Sleepless nights, haunted by fears,
The echo of silence, ringing in his ears.
Lost in a maze, searching for the light,
Hoping for dawn, after the darkest night.
But deep within him, a spark remains,
A glimmer of hope, amidst the strains.
Strength slowly building, from deep inside,
A will to survive, a quiet tide.
With each passing day, he learns to cope,
Finding solace in faith, in love, in hope.
Slowly, steadily, he starts to heal,
Embracing the scars, the pain, the real.
He learns to let go, to forgive, to be kind,
To himself, to others, to his troubled mind.
Day by day, he finds his way,
From darkness to light, from night to day.
And in the end, he emerges strong,
A survivor, a fighter, against all wrong.
His battle scars, a testament true,
To the strength within, to all he knew.
For he is not defined by his past,
But by the courage, the resilience, that will last.
A man who battled, who fought, who won,
A story of hope, of a life reborn.
by Walking Shadow poetry Kenya #menmentalhealthawareness
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