My parents were teachers
Confident and courageous
Mighty in their voice
And infallible in their deeds
Fighters of freedom
Believers in justice
Leaders by choice
Yet I was born coy
A backbencher lost in daydreams
Unsubstantial and meek
Stumbling and falling on pavements
Unable to fight my own battles
And hiding in fish bowls.
Disillusioned and bleak
Searching for answers
For my very own existence
For they say I am lost
So, I must find myself again
In search of redemption
How do I distinguish
The joy from the pain
