men don't cry [Poetry]

iv. clean it up (69)

the man who stands before you
was forged
as a result
of overcoming
the unforgiving flames
of trials and tribulations
many times did he cry out in agony
as the fire
melted away every layer of former self
exposing the most delicate parts
of his being
and many times did he collapse under
the pressure of the past
that he carried on his shoulders
yet
during the second birth
when he emerged
from the depths of the earth
he was no longer
a boy made out of glass

~ i am a diamond