Blow after blow knocked him down to his knees.
His face bowed away from his assailants.
The verbal assaults rained on him. But little did they know, broken he may have seemed to them, he was still standing.
Standing strong and proud.
Words meant little for they bounced off.
Nothing they could do would harm his inner man.
He grounded himself in the Truth and knowledge of all that lay ahead of him.
This would not break him, this would build him. He was bowed but still standing.