Locked away from the world around us lived a boy trapped.
Caught in mental torment was the only comfort.
How to raise the power to break the mould?
All Intent spent homing in on status.
Focus brought out a pain so deep in almost killed him.
No pleasure was sought after, but free of fear smelt so sweat.
With time upon him walls were breaking.
No choice but to open his mind to set free demons unseen by eyes.
The journey ahead would no doubt be tough.
The journey ahead will go far, with remembrance of pain for a companion.
Potential engraved on his soul flourished with every new step he takes.
A boy, no, a man walks tall with head held high, ready to take on every new challenge encountered.