Liberation

Thinking about my doubts
Getting lost in my droughts
I get lost in my thoughts
Wondering whether or not if this is something that ought to be forgotten
Should I stop every single thought that holds me hostage from being an accomplice to always being an extention to this world's succesfulness
This always hinders me
It always gets the best of me
It never dawns on me how drawn I can be of being afraid to succeed
Somehow I have thought of being more than just another mark
To tell myself to believe is to tell myself to leave all of my undying shortcomings

Daddy's Face

The reflection in my mirror
The hair on my head
The blood in my veins
The beat in my heart
The iris in my eyes
The sound in my voice
The grin in my smile
The strut in my walk
The loud in my laughter
The dream in my subconsciousness
The extention in my siblings
The memories in my past
Everything you have given me lie in the depths of my core that are all stored
And nothing of the sort could ever restore the the roar that is your voice that resonates, not as a noise but as my unmitigated choice to keep you close and never far because you are the life deep down in my retreating heart