The Warrior Within Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

There was once a young lad
Who could not lift much
He was thought of as weak
and not manly as such

He would carry along his path
A singe stone
As he trekked through the depths
Of a haunted forest all alone

As time slid by
Surely as the cold winds moaned
He grew stronger and stronger
Carrying that single stone

Before too long
he would gather and amass
every rock and pebble
that he so happened to stumble past

He filled his every pocket
Stone on top of stone
Topping up his bulging backpack
Toiling zone after rugged zone

Soon the young lad
Was a young lad no more
As he ventured back
Tired, bruised and abundantly sore

As he arrived
In a land he knew as home
Not one recognized him
As he carry with him an army of stones

What once was a boy
Of feeble means
Was now a mighty strong man
Strong, sturdy and lean

Challenge yourself every day
And you will become
the warrior you could only dream to be