Rebellion

Is this crushing
Laid upon me
By my fathers wrath
Lifting the hammer of Thor
like a gavel
Breaking the easel of my youth
Calling for order
With the voice of my mother
echoing softly
Across the lake
Like a swan call?
Or will I be
Deliberate in my resolve
To stare at truth,
To look it in its tired, blood shot eyes -
Defying his reality with the
Teary eyed reverie of my own?