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Another exploration of the older/younger relationship.
We create our shields to survive. Tempest nearly brings us down --
but when the dawn comes, we still stand.
Scarred, but wiser and alive. He stands firm.
I envy his resolve.
Shall I still go on?
I believe I shall.
Appearances can deceive...sometimes they do, and what of it?
Things are never as they seem, but the truth may yet be found --
One simply has to know the way.
He does, you know. He knows it.
More than I will ever.
Can I live with that?
I believe I can.
Someone lives inside...hidden by severity, still willing to lead --
Revealing only what he feels I need to know, and how to find the rest myself.
His knowledge and his discipline prevails.
I have so much yet to learn. I want to.
More than I can say.
Will I persevere?
I believe I will.
Clouds are rolling in, tempest returns in the night...he guides me on.
I need not be afraid, he reassures, if I only do his bidding --
and when the dawn comes, stand beside him.
Strong emotions rise inside. I feel it.
I fear to lose control.
Do I love him?
I believe I do.