The Beast lay motionless, lifeless
Apparently beaten
Effected and worn down
By the battle of life’s challenges
And possibly dead…
But he is not dead, instead
The Beast staggers to his feet
With a new stance
And rejuvenated strength
A stumble forward
Turns into a jog
Then a full stride
Having morphed into something
Better, stronger, more resilient
The Beast is adapting
Negative forces reappear
With strong winds blowing
Sand, dust, and debris
Into the path and face of The Beast
But The Beast does not cower away
Instead, he changes again
Multiplying his will and strength
To move forward,
Further adapting
And now having weathered the storm
The Beast still remains
And though bruised and bleeding
He is standing firm in victory
Prepared and waiting
For the next test…….
Written by: AC Mikell-Awesome/AC Wolf, 05 Sep 2013