The Boy Who Carried It All

https://medium.com/@drarpitverse/the-boy-who-carried-it-all-d6d5383b0309

He grew up with a smile, with pockets full of dreams,
Running through the fields, chasing light beams.
Mama’s hug was home, Papa’s word was law,
He never knew the cracks beneath the floor he saw.

Sweet as sugar, kind to the core,
Helping hands that always gave more.
But time flew fast, and now he stands tall,
A gentle heart with the weight of it all.

He’s the boy who carried it all,
The love, the fear, the rise, the fall.
At twenty-five, he’s looking for a light,
In a world that never taught him how to fight.

Midnight tears and daytime masks,
Chasing dreams through unanswered tasks…
Still he loves, still he tries,
Though his wings were never taught to fly.

His father meant well, but never knew the cost,
Of time and money, and what all they lost.
No savings, no plan, just pride in his hands,
Now the boy’s rebuilding castles in shifting sands.

He whispers prayers no one hears,
Counting hopes instead of years.
The market roars, the rent is due,
He’s finding his way without a clue.

He’s the boy who bears it alone,
With love like roots, deeply grown.

No legacy but the fire inside,
To learn, to rise, to turn the tide.

He’ll write the book his father missed,
Of compound growth and dreams that persist.

Still simple, still sweet, still brave in the storm,
Still holding warmth in a world that’s worn.

The boy became the man —
Who chose to understand.