The Young Boy: A Poem. by Barend Du Plessis Poem by BAREND. DUPLESSIS

In the cradle of dawn, where dreams take flight,
A young boy awakens, bathed in soft light.
Once a tender sprout in a garden of grace,
Now he stands taller, with strength to embrace.
Raised by a giant, a man of great worth,
Who taught him the values that shape one's true birth.
Yet shadows loom large, as envy takes root,
For greatness can spark both admiration and dispute.
He walks through the world with a heart full of fire,
But whispers surround him—an insidious choir.
They seek to unearth the power he hides,
Unaware that within him, a tempest abides.
Challenges rise like mountains so steep,
Each one a secret that robs him of sleep.
Yet deep in his belly, he feels it ignite—
A flicker of power that dances with light.
'I can see it at daytime time, at night'.
His dream is a reality. I've never experienced something so bright.
Life's cruel hand crafts monsters from clay,
And often they wear an alluring display.
With charm and allure that beguile and ensnare,
These creatures of darkness lurk everywhere.
He gazes at trials that beckon him near,
With visions of empires built on sweat and fear.
'Alexa, ' he murmurs as memories cascade—
Of melodies echoing in places once made.
Looking back now through an emotional lens,
Each note is a marker where time never ends.
The climates of music weave stories untold—
Of laughter and sorrow and moments so bold.
Yet still he remembers the boy who once dreamed,
Who danced with the shadows but never redeemed.
For within every monster lies beauty concealed—
A truth waiting patiently to be revealed.