Raised in a town known for steel and rebirth,
The product of parents who choked on its ashes,
Groomed to be virtuous among the broken and strife
Yet fell–engrossed in the fears of my home and its streets.
The awkward transition to grow mature and with purpose,
Wasting my youth in attempts to find manhood,
Searching six years beyond broken and lost,
A path was made clear through the trials and the errors.
The feeling of love brought forth a new passion,
True to my heart I pushed on through rough waters,
Intent on a life to expand my forced boundaries,
Content to pursue my dreams in tight quarters.
My son is my rock, my ground is kept stable,
His pursuits are now mine, my goals are left burning,
Purpose was found, my life loved while held down,
He will know my mistakes, shared space will bring triumph.