It can be deceptively silent in one's mind
Yet for growth, pain must be attained
All living that grows must know it
When muscles cry for full attention
There will be no growth without pain
At every moment, a life unaware testifies
The mind tells for a slow, steady transition
As clumsily operations become apparent
You run your best race, live your best life
Often, you come to a place where you push
Where every fiber, every muscle resist
You must know that pain and go past it
Denying what your mind tells you
After your body told it how it felt
Stonger for life you reach the finish line
Tests only release your maximum potential
Such an aptitude was for your good after all
To finish the race of life you started
When you swam out in a flood at birth
Once again, to return after life's aches to rebirth
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.