I was born into a world of fear,
Where i grew up to hide my tears.
No steady hands to guide my way,
Only scattered paths I learned to face.

In madness, I sought to comprehend
A life that shifted without end.
I grew too fast, too much to bear,
The weight of truths placed in my care.

Yet through the bruises, I made my stand,
A way to live beyond demand.
No longer tied to what was given,
I carved a path, my own, forgiven.

It wasn’t just to survive the fall,
But to rise and live beyond it all.


— Sincerely, Boris