He read the letter twice—the threat was clear.“Turn back now.”He didn’t.He slammed the doorand kept walking.
He won’t bow,won’t crawl,won’t take the easy fall.He’d rather breakthan bend.
He walks into the storm.
They tried to stop him—he didn’t slow down.Every step forwardfelt like a dare.He smiled.He’d been waiting for this.
"Music is Best" -FZ
