Still Here

"Try it again, just slower this time."

His patience never ceases to astound me.

I squeak through high notes,

I push through low notes.

He's still here.

Voices in my head scream that he is only a mirage,

a hallucination in this desert of my mind

devoid of happiness and hope.

Yet, he pushes on,

constantly believing in me.

He is who I wish I was.

He is who I will become.

He has done more for me

than anyone ever could. 

His immeasurable faith held me up

when I had lost all hope in my own.

I can never repay him.

He's still here.