Rebellion

I, with red eyes, feel a  crushing
weight  heaped upon me
By my father's wrath.
Lifting the hammer of Thor
like a gavel he slams it down;
Breaking the sound block of my youth
demanding  order.
With the voice of my mother
echoing softly
Across the lake
Like a swan call
I rebel from myself

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?