Ares’s Resurgence

In fields where dreams take flight, a youth so bold,

Ares, a name that in legends is told.

At fourteen, a beacon of prowess and grace,

In the game of soccer, he found his place.

 

But fate, with cruel hands, sought to delay,

As on that fateful day, in fierce display,

A foul, a fall, a bone did break,

And with it, half a season did it take.

 

Twice now, he bears the weight of this strife,

An inner storm of rage, it cuts like a knife.

Frustration swirls, a tempest wild and deep,

As the pitch he loves, in dreams, he must keep.

 

Yet in the eye of this tumultuous storm,

A seed of resilience begins to form.

For Ares knows, as the phoenix must rise,

From ashes, a stronger spirit flies.

 

Pain is his mentor, its lessons profound,

In silence, determination is found.

He’ll return to the field, with a fire anew,

With every step, his conviction grew.

 

And in the stands, a father’s heart does break,

A coach, a guide, his son’s ache he takes.

An Olympic past, but nothing compares,

To the anguish of seeing his boy’s despair.

 

Yet in those eyes, a mirror of his own,

He sees a warrior, resilience grown.

Ares, my son, you’ll conquer this plight,

Together we’ll turn darkness into light.

 

For in this game, as in life’s grand fight,

It’s not the fall, but the rise, that ignites.

With every tear, with every scar,

You shine, Ares, by our guiding star.

Paris Amani