A poem inspired by my father

A strong wind came and blew away the clouds.

Left me to finally figure it out.

Now look, I’m not even touching the ground.

We deal with what we are given at hand

Finally relieved that I understand.

Things don’t always go according to plan.

That does not mean I’m lamb led to slaughter.

Even over death when treading water.

My legs will kick, and I will get stronger.

My aspirations are now breaths of life.

Every single day is a title fight.

And won’t be long until I hit my stride.

But I can’t pretend to forget the past.

I know I will see days of overcast.

The clouds above can never hide the truth.

These tough times, they don’t last; tough people do.