25/02/2026
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By B.W. Schoch
A man's hurt, not always shown.
Hurt hides deep inside,
Like a cracked bone.
It's unimaginable—
Men can hurt so bad.
Men hide the hurt,
Not to hurt their own pride.
But the truth be told,
Pride is but a lens,
Which the story unfolds.
As a man, all broken inside,
Carries on each day,
As he keeps telling himself,
A total lie.
The lie being that his soul is intact,
But I, my friend,
Know the soul is cracked.
Hurt has a funny way,
To make a man feel,
Like it's him to blame,
For the whole ordeal.
A man knows that he’s partial to blame,
But it is common,
For his pride,
To fan the blame flame.
A man will search,
To fix his pride,
In hopes that it will also help,
Fix his soul inside.
Pride can be fixed,
For it's just a facade.
The soul is harder—
It will take GOD.