To My Compasses:
I always felt I lacked conviction,
The courage to move beyond my ease,
And plagued my eternal malediction,
The curse of all the people I wanted to please.
So simple, to desire validation,
Its trap is one I sought,
Acceptance, belonging, confirmation,
All better left forgot.
But it was in this bitter pursuit,
Where I was only led more astray,
That I rediscovered my route,
By my parents, who never turned away.
And I cannot express,
In appropriate detail,
How, through all the stress,
They help me prevail.
For their support is unbreakable,
And selfless are their sacrifices,
Their love is unmistakable;
Indeed, my words do not suffice.
For they are my inspiration,
Pushing me to my wildest aspirations,
Never denying me my ambitions,
Guiding my on my missions,
A compass in which I always trust,
Whose purpose is good and just,
And though I cannot sum my admirations,
For their effort and their determination,
If I could, in what words I’ve ever had,
I would say,
You inspire me so much, Mom and Dad.