Grow

A tale is told with foe at feet, bat in hand and objectives met. But legends are made of mercy given and saviours made not hardened souls on evil tirade.

End it all in valiant swing or hold that man under leading wing.

When battles done, it's lost and cannot grow and leads to spawn another  foe.

The hardest battles are those we face when left alone with our disgrace. Judgement is past by baying masses demanding blood and wanting answers.

Standing front and holding strong you can help to right this simple wrong. Fear and loathing from others  words are often how we think we're heard, but We are strong and we are more, than gossip holding idle whores. 

I have fear.......it's strong and bold, it's grasp has still the strongest hold. But yet I write to let you know, I shall not falter for any foe. 

The wall I built to keep you out now moves and shoves and leaves a doubt. Keep them back or hold them in, where's my faith held within.

I grow and grow stronger for fearing less but respecting more.

 I could fight, and win and be beheld. Or loose with grave lessons learned. 

My arms grow thicker and my shoulders wide, skin as tough as chain mail hide. But fear I don't for my well being. As loosing fights is its own self healing. 

Humility and pride are double the strength of mighty sword and sheild all bent. Scars are stories and harder still is telling that story of own free will. 

A child can often hold their own and grow one day to hold a thrown. But not through fear and minions many, but trust and faith and followers plenty.

I'm older and wiser and see what I missed. Realising now that I was blessed.

My parents said you don't know struggle, handed this and that and the other. 

But this was no fortune nor spoiled phase as my future strength it truly hazed. I knew no hardships, I had no struggles.
Life was all champagne and bubbles. 

Long the fall and hard the blow when I faced my first worthy foe. Not man nor mighty beast, It was my pride and ego that I unleashed. 

Shoulders wide and head aloft. My battle was already lost. I'm not the man the boy me thought. I had yet to learn a lot. 

But in that first humiliation I thought I sought retaliation. Dignity, pride and image tainted, was harder than wounds or armour dented.

I have stood and faught for selfish reasons. To grow and bloat my own selfish being. But now I see this, my loss was more than bruised face and lip all tore. 

But now I stand on many scars. Not all left by impact hard. Those that are deepest don't show on the surface but hold me the tallest and move me the furthest.

Children are the greatest chapter. filled with love and with laughter. My next story is not grown of hate or lost  battles or distaste. But of leaping  forward and growing tall thanks to the fight for showing it all. 

My son's, my daughter's I'll teach them well. Do not build your own damn alter, Its the right of man to fall and falter.

My children will be seen for humility and high esteem. For gratitude and friendship found through struggle and hardship. 

Bring it on my next chapter for I already know it
 I happily walk it ever after.