In the shadowed depths, a man resides,
A portrait of strength, his heart he hides,
A tale of burdens tightly bound,
A symphony of silence, no tears to sound.

Through toil and strife, his days unfold,
Yet within, a tempest, untold,
His shoulders bear the weight of the world,
But his soul, in solitude, is swirled.

In the realm of work, he dons a mask,
A smile adorned, a daunting task,
To shield the pains that lie within,
For vulnerability, he fears, is a sin.

Family ties, a tapestry weaved,
In love and duty, he's perceived,
Yet his struggles buried in the core,
A secret garden, locked, and sore....