the boy with an average power
by jason franklin
Pain feels so near as he passed it by,
Remembering the taste of failure as it was so familiar.
The times bled, as if his watch melted to thick maroon.
He was evil, living a life as Lucifer’s disciple
Leadership was overrated to him,
It was easier to coast with the ocean,
Surf with beliefs and opinions of others,
Incapable of sensing damaging verdicts,
A plant was destructive with its addictive consequences,
Nearly costing the boy his bright future.
No light at the time was in sight,
There was only the drenching of darkness and dishonor,
Dropping to his knees the boy pleas “Why me? Why me?”
Looking to the sky for answers, The boy was broken.
What he did not notice was his difference from others,
The difference seemed slight, but created glory and greatness.
Sunlight broke through the clouds of confusion.
A voice spoke, but not of obvious words,
Instead it spoke of common truth,
The boy was special, A special boy of royal blood.
A heart of a lion.
He and others expected normalcy, but normal he was not.
Doubt was spread like the smog over the city of angels,
Bears, beasts, and bosses do their best to break his young confidence
They could not see what was special about the chosen boy,
The boy was dripping of blood, stripped of fear, and clothed with sweat,
“Can’t” was a common creation from the lips of others.
Ignorance defended his pride, love fueled his determination.
The boy was special by nature, but not by appearance.
His heart grew of power, as confidence shattered the disbelief,
The power was not considered special to his peers or skeptics
It was simple, and not noticed with ease, but it was extraordinary,
He could do the impossible…
The boy could take all the doubters and make them believers
Remembering the taste of failure as it was so familiar.
The times bled, as if his watch melted to thick maroon.
He was evil, living a life as Lucifer’s disciple
Leadership was overrated to him,
It was easier to coast with the ocean,
Surf with beliefs and opinions of others,
Incapable of sensing damaging verdicts,
A plant was destructive with its addictive consequences,
Nearly costing the boy his bright future.
No light at the time was in sight,
There was only the drenching of darkness and dishonor,
Dropping to his knees the boy pleas “Why me? Why me?”
Looking to the sky for answers, The boy was broken.
What he did not notice was his difference from others,
The difference seemed slight, but created glory and greatness.
Sunlight broke through the clouds of confusion.
A voice spoke, but not of obvious words,
Instead it spoke of common truth,
The boy was special, A special boy of royal blood.
A heart of a lion.
He and others expected normalcy, but normal he was not.
Doubt was spread like the smog over the city of angels,
Bears, beasts, and bosses do their best to break his young confidence
They could not see what was special about the chosen boy,
The boy was dripping of blood, stripped of fear, and clothed with sweat,
“Can’t” was a common creation from the lips of others.
Ignorance defended his pride, love fueled his determination.
The boy was special by nature, but not by appearance.
His heart grew of power, as confidence shattered the disbelief,
The power was not considered special to his peers or skeptics
It was simple, and not noticed with ease, but it was extraordinary,
He could do the impossible…
The boy could take all the doubters and make them believers
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