Struggle's Blessing | A Poem

It's just forceful contentment when you see his outside, Just like that time life flashed before his eyes. He was higher than the clouds, lower than Satans pit, He reflected on the Day he's going to need to submit. But, you know, as a kid they'd push him around and beat and batter, What he felt inside certainly never did matter, At times when he gave no damn bout himself or any fellows, Then they'd come and ask him whats wrong, acting all mellow, He'd say, "hey, condemnation is a way to motivate me", And they took the challenge, continued and waited to see, But challenges grew in character, academics, his general defects, Yet never aided to enhance his tampered mental reflex, He thought it was them, but it was actually himself, It was just his experiences and the problems he dealt, He realized it was a symptom of a much deeper disease, That these problems he faced, he just couldn't seize. Never did he reflect on any gifted privilege, First influence was learning about lineage, How would the noble ancestors feel about his deviance? Not about themselves, but about being morally disobedient, He heard in himself, "You're going to die, your soul will fly, and return to your Lord! If you're lucky, you'll understand now what'd be for you in store!" Every struggle led to another, until he had enough, The doors opened for a spiritual journey that's certainly tough, Take heed, however, this journey will never end, Strive even passed the point God refers to you as "Friend".