I want to live a life of purpose
I want my daughter to know she is not worthless
But how can I define in a single rhyme or line
That her ups and downs will be defined by her own mind?
Her minds reaction
And perception of the world
I need to teach her self defining
While her characters been refining
I want to give her the world
But have her appreciate the little things that most are not worthy
Like time spent
Wondering where all of the hours went
I spend my days, my nights, and hours
Talking to her, loving her while we pick some flowers
I don’t ever want the world to easily devour her
So I speak words of wisdom and love to help empower her!
She is now ONLY three years of age
But I don’t want her to grow up with insecurity and rage
I want her to know she has always been loved
By myself, her mother, and the great God above
I want and feel the constant need
To not be so easily forgotten
I don’t want my life to serve no purpose
And I just transpire and my flesh gets rotten
I strive to stay alive
As I live to give and liven
Will forever be striving and not be always kneeling
Using my words to potentially be helpful during moments of healing
Many horrible circumstances
I am simultaneously, with dealing
Mixed emotions I’m always dealt
And am consistently feeling
The big fish of death
Sooner than later I’ll be eventually reeling
And my fears of dieing with nothing left behind
Is what I’m always fearful and fearing!
And because of that, I make my points loud and clear
So the masses could be easily hearing
I always ask God to take away any of my doubt
Take away moments of disbelief
And there are days I feel sudden peace
And other days I feel not an ounce of relief
I wish to not be easily forgotten or missed
But I always thought and felt dismissed
One day soon I will enter into my sleep
And then awaken into eternal bliss
I just hope I will not be easily forgotten
But hope I have touched one life, in my life time given
I don’t want pity or laughter after my departure in flesh
‘Cause when I die I will no longer have pain or stress
And so if my daughter is the only soul
That which I am able to reach out and touch
I will continue to do all I can as I have been doing
Which when I rise from the grave
God may tell it is was more than enough
But who knows what’s enough
And who defines it?
So people use words to take eyes and open
While another uses words to take eyes and blinds it
My words and my actions
Are both highly compatible
And I’m careful to whom I say things and what I say
Because in the end, its OUR words that are not retractable!
SkTzO