Unveiling the Silent Battle: Jeremiah Castelo’s Shadowboxing Poem Will Leave You Breathless
Have you ever wondered what it really means to carry the weight of unyielding strength—and yet remain an untamed breath of audacious spirit? This poem don’t just whisper of power; it roars with the relentlessness of cannonballs for fists and shoulders greased to perfection like well-oiled axles driving forward through every trial. It’s not just a mindset; it’s an unflinching statue carved from the hardest black diamond, a fierce guardian whose heartbeat syncopates with lion’s pride and wolf pack instincts alike. But beware—this is not a gentle breeze; it’s a tempest of chaotic mastery, a revolution spawning pearls and magma from the pressure of defiance. Dive deep, and you’ll find a warrior’s soul wrapped in layers of divine fervor, ready to obliterate opposition until they’re nothing more than a fading specter lost in the abyss of forgotten dreams. So, tell me—are you prepared to meet this force head-on, or will you crumble into the vertigo of your own resistance?
My shoulders are well oiled axles,
my fists are cannon balls
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