Done by the river I find myself sitting
Deep thoughts run through my mind
I feel I am going to explode.
I take a pause to access the kind of man I have become.
I realize there is still hope for the future.
I cast my mind back to the stony days and times
Where the afflictions of a man's heart are the only things that kept him company.
I was left to grind so hard that I thought I was the reincarnation of the mule that had to thread the wheat in the Holy scriptures.
Tears of blood, sweat of pain, dreams of anguish and the scare of tomorrow kept me in place.
In the solitude of my remembrance a light shown on me
The holy grain that would uplift the spirit of a man
The sweet smell was as that of a maiden on her way to see her lover.
My body could feel the presence of a different entity none other than myself.
I felt an adrenaline rush as one possessed by the gods and graced with the strength of a multitude.
I fought as a man who had died on the field of training with only but one goal, survival.
Outnumbered by the greedy cunning eyes of men I persevered against all odds.
To be continued.....
