Destroyed Restored

This is a part 2 poem. A continuation from a poem called The Day The Running Stopped. A Bio. The tennis racket crashed down upon him A boy just two years old His Grandfather came in and saved him Before life became dark and cold. The monster came again in third grade Beaten for a failing grade at school To young to even know what failing was But now labeled as failure and a fool. Another failure came in ninth grade Though he tested with high IQ But he had a belittled and tragic life at home There was no motivation to pursue. At sixteen depression captured his inner soul He grabbed the shotgun to make it go away But the monster burst in before the trigger clicked And then there was more hell to pay. He took drugs to escape the cold reality To calm the nightmares that visited every night And no matter how far in his mind he ran away He could never find the light. He ran back into his grandfather's arms To the man who saved him as a child He helped him cry his pain away His loving touch so gentle and mild. He found God one night when he had given up For God never once gave up on him He finally found purpose at 27 yrs old When gods light made him alive again.