Masterpiece

To my Father on His throne in the Abyss:

They can cast their stones-

Pierce me with their swords of words,

Poison me with their treacherous silence

Or literally shower me with blows;

I may cry but I will not cower-

Just know that these tears will shower

The seeds of genuineness

That soon will grow into a fortress

Of originality and creativity manifested

In a life, pure and untainted.

This life, this gift-

The only thing worth fighting for,

The only genuine masterpiece.
So I will hold on.