Prose - Peer Pressure
The spark is there
But you are unable
To let it burn
The fire is waiting
For you
To take your turn
The eyes
Of transients
Control
For a moment
Leaving their mark
On your scroll
Unable
To be free
You wilt
Unable
To run
From the guilt
Your peers
Lay
On your table
You
So eager
Are unable
To ignore
The force
Of pressure
To conform
To their need
To reassure
Themselves
Of their
Superiority
By standing
On your life
With their inferiority
Of character
Manifesting
Suppression
Of who you are
And what
Is your possession
A life
A future
Of promise
Regardless
Of what they say
I witness
In you
A kind boy
Who loves easily
Who loves life
Who loves me
Deeply
As I love you
Feeling
The frustration
That you vocalize
In this time
Through the transition
To a life
Where your heart
Can run
Unencumbered
By nothing
My son
But your own desires
Your own gifts
Your own ambitions
Knowing
That who you are
Minus their conditions
Will light the fire
To burn
Forever
And I know this my son
Because
I am your father