Change came steadily but the boy was stronger and now a young man.
He flowed with each obstacle and kept his eyes firmly on his plan.
Never again would he be as weak as he was once before,
The young man was stronger now even down to his core.

He was moving with the hits that life threw at him now,
Until at last one hit him so hard he went down as hard as a plow.
Though he had friends that helped him get back up,
His problems started to overflow from his once empty cup.

Every hit he took broke off pieces of his very own being,
It felt like he was losing all the beauty he was just finally seeing.
The anger that the young man thought was gone reared it's head,
Bringing with it all the old pain within him back from the dead.

All the training and wisdom he fought so hard to learn,
Was tossed into a pit that was just waiting for him to burn.
The only thing remaining among the ashes was the familiar fear,
Emptiness filled every hole within him leaving a trace of one single tear.

The young man was starting to break once more,
He began hiding behind his once solid and stable inner core.
He spoke meaningless words to distract the prying but caring eyes,
Praying that no one would ever hear his agonizing cries.