He stood strong even when he crashed to his feet,
He stood strong even as his heart plunder,
He stood strong even in a time of dread,
He stood strong even when the world went quiet, and nobody wanted to hear his prayer.
He's endured it all from when his mother was taller than him,
A fatigue body pushing itself to its highest extend,
A mind haunted by his own voice,
Black bags being seeped from sleepless nights.
Still,
He stands tall,
He shows the world that he still can fight,
That he will never go down to his knees,
His face won't crumble,
He won't break,
He still has the will to live,
To prove those against him wrong.
Although his face is bruised and scared,
His eyes show another world,
A coffee brown just like chocolate,
A sweet man underneath that stern face.
When close to his soul,
Intwine with vines,
He connects with you,
The way his face curves and his teeth show,
A beauty only seen through the brave and golden hearted.
A man who can still bring a light so heavenly to others,
Is a man with a pure heart,
A man who can still smile,
To enjoy time and life with others.
A man who can bring fond memories to himself even when his life is at stake,
He is truly the strongest among all.
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The Flowers that Bloom
PoetryPoems of life and beauty, we as humans, thrive through the ages. From the good from the bad. To the sad to the exciting. We have much in our head that never seeps out of our mouths.
