I Burn the Mask — A King’s Reckoning with Anger

“If you become angry, then it is not manly. Gentleness is not only more human but more manly. Anger shows weakness and vulnerability. Just as sorrow is the state of the weak, so is anger.”

That one hit me straight in the soul.

Because for most of my life, I said I wasn’t angry.

I told myself I was just tired.

Just stressed.

Just misunderstood.

But the truth is; I was angry.

And I wore that anger like armor.

Disguised it.

Justified it.

Let it leak into every corner of my life.

Let it hinder me from the very things I wanted most.

Love.

Connection.

Peace.

Anger was my trigger.

My shadow.

My silent operator behind the mask I kept adjusting to survive.

But today?

I burn the mask.

I set it on fire and let it go.

Not to impress anybody.

Not to prove anything.

But because I’m ready to lead my emotions, not be led by them.

Today I pull the dagger.

The one I’ve been walking around with.

The one that’s been bleeding on everyone in my kingdom; even the ones I swore to protect.

And I hope the ones stained by that blood will let me apologize.

Not because I’m perfect.

Not because I expect forgiveness.

But because I finally see it clearly.

This isn’t about them.

This is about reclaiming myself.

This is about becoming the man who doesn’t hide behind his wounds anymore.

I was not born to live angry.

I was born to lead with strength and softness.

With posture and power.

With presence.

So I burn the mask.

I lead the emotion.

And I take back my crown.

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