A short piece about my dad on his birthday.
My dad has always been a big poety fan so for his birthday I wrote him a small piece about him and I.
Poety has always been something I’ve wanted to dabble in but only when the time feels right. when I truely have something to say. this was one of those times.
When I’d struggle to find the words,
you would offer your pen.
Swords in hand,
We’d wage war on the page.
You would listen,
I would draw,
together we would create worlds.
Now I wage my own wars,
Fueled by passion, we both shared.
Though words still escape me,
that universe still grows.
The page, it’s window.
The pen, it’s sword.
I, it’s creator.