The Man Who Wore Monday: A Poem About Workplace Burnout

Every morning, he presses courage into a white shirt, buttons fear beneath his collar, and walks into the office with a borrowed smile. The clock feels like a prison. Meetings demand laughter while a storm gathers behind his teeth. Bills, deadlines and Sunday nights slowly tighten the weight around his neck. At home, he is too tired to speak. The man everyone calls strong is quietly sinking, yet something stubborn still beats beneath the tie. One day, he loosens his collar, opens the window and lets the buried wind fill his lungs. He is not running from life. He is running toward it.

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