BROKEN MAN

The BROKEN MAN limped up the mountain…

Slowly.

He had given it everything. With every breath he had taken in life, he had insulted death. He stuck two fingers up at his inevitable end in the name of living as the type of man that all men wish they could be, which is free.

He had fought his demons; his fears, doubts and insecurities. He had the battle scars to prove it, inside and out. His latest brush with the destructive forces that act against all good men had rendered him wounded, physically and mentally. His MIND was tired. His body was broken. He had chosen to fight for his freedom in a world that was quickly suffocating each and every man of his space to exist. He fought for his own sanity…

But he also did it to inspire.