Omenda

In the realm of self-reliance, Omenda stands,

A man of stoicism, in life's shifting sands.

"I am fine," his refrain, a resolute decree,

Shouldering burdens, silent in his decree.

Through trials untold, he wears a steadfast guise,

A facade concealing the storms in his eyes.

In the quietude of struggle, his spirit refined,

"I am fine," whispers Omenda, the echo in his mind.

Yet, within the fortress of his guarded soul,

Lies the narrative of battles, a tale untold.

"I will always say I am fine," a mantra profound,

An armor of words, in adversity he is bound.

Beneath the surface, emotions may churn,

Yet, Omenda persists, his resilience to discern.

A sentinel of strength, in solitude he roams,

"I am fine," he declares, in the silence that looms.

As long as he can handle, the burden he bears,

Omenda's stoic resolve, a testament declares.

In the labyrinth of challenges, he finds his way,

"I am fine," a refrain that endures, day by day.