Cobalt eyes provide illumination,
You who introduced me to creation.
You who taught me how to see wrong from right.
Only a mirror reflects as much light.
I go to school at my best,
I leave completely distressed.
No one paid attention to me,
Condescending comments of what they think I should be.
I come home a wreck,
I feel like something’s stabbing me in the neck.
I get in my house and close the door,
I go to my room and fall to the floor,
A curly haired father with a beaming expression,
His expression vanishes when he sees his son.
I feel so pathetic.
What's the worst that could happen?
The teacher gets mad.
How am I so stressed then?
It's just that for the first time in forever I’m doing well,
But everyone wants me to go through hell!
I rant to my father,
I tell him about what happened before.
He says “okay”.
And I'm so glad he doesn't say more.
Now I'm stuck on that.
The rhymes stop here because good poetry is written about deep, vivid things.
And relaxation, for me, comes from simplicity.
You're not my little brother with cancer,
You're not my best friend in the army,
You're just my dad.
But the sound of your voice makes me happy to be alive,
And the simple smell of incense in our house calms me down.
You're not always there for me,
But right here by my side.
I see the world through the eyes you've given me,
And that's why I know that
“still waters run deep”.