My Mentor: An Unconventional Teacher
To most people,
a mentor, is a person
Mother, father, brother, sister
family or friend
Rarely
are they anything else
My mentor neither lives nor breathes;
She does not speak or sigh,
she is silent and beautiful and awe-inspiring
Who is she? You ask
My mentor is the universe
Full of stars, planets, comets, and meteors
She encompasses everything we know of our world
Though she does not say a word,
I still follow her instructions with care
"Learn, my student"
"Learn about distant galaxies, exploding stars,
and far-off habitable planets"
And so I go, planning to dedicate my life
to the wonders that is my mentor
Because my mentor calls me to her
with her shining stars and irresistable gaze.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.