Brian’s Triumph
Brian once stood, his chest torn in pain,
A warrior brought down, his strength in refrain.
A tear in the fibers, a crack in the might,
Left him in shadows, bereft of his fight.
But surgeons with skill, their hands deft and wise,
Sowed his chest back beneath hopeful skies.
They grafted and mended, with care they aligned,
Restoring his power, his body redefined.
Through trials of healing, each scar told a tale,
Of battles with limits, of will that won’t fail.
And then came the day when the mirror revealed,
Massive striated pecs, his strength now unsealed.
His chest like a mountain, sculpted and grand,
A testament wrought by his own steady hand.
For Brian had risen, his journey complete,
A story of triumph, of never retreat.