it is a scar along his face, handsome
as he always is, but now there are quirks--
little things that to me seem a new custom,
and yet which had always been there, his grace.
To rebuild every post within himself
he constructed from ingenuity
inherent, native without privileges
but self-made and made again with purpose.
On the road a bit further off the path
is my brother who is overcoming.
In solitude, he's the steady creator
of a name, legacy, and survival.
The strength of my brother is Trascendent.