I don't help her out of guilt.
I don't help her because I must.
I don't help her out of
a misplaced lack of trust.
It's not that a sense
of paranoia overtakes me.
It's not that potential
self-sufficient independence shakes me.
It's not that I have to
help and be there for her.
It's that I love her so much
I will help her with any endeavor.
It's that the love I have
will overflow in any possible
way one could imagine
because it is improbable.
Even I could not dream
I would love or even care
for my little girl this way,
the one who is always there.
She always has a smile
when I have a frown.
She always has words
of encouragement when I'm down.
She always picks the right
moment for a hug
or a sweet "I love you, daddy"
from my lady bug.
She is always there
for me no matter what.
The question is not why help her;
the question is how could I not?
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Your Own Savior
Don't strive for perfection
because that is not what moves.
Don't reach for the sky
because that cannot improve
the serenity that can be found
in the vulnerability in which relatability
hides at all times that you doubt yourself
and your own merit and reliability.
When you feel words are jumbled
is when your honesty and candidness
are at the height of their effectiveness
and ability to move a heart away from brokenness.
The times you feel you are not heard
are when ears perk up the most,
when each and every spoken verb
hits the drums of each and every host.
When you feel the most like your voice is silent
is when the ones who need you come
from the woodwork in which they were hiding
until the right time and the right voice would summon.
Their inner-most thoughts of self-consciousness
that were thought to always be present
have gone away in favor of the words you spoke
and because of the effort and time you spent.
You will have the moments when you think
that no one out there cares
and you will have the moments when you think
there is nothing on the horizon but despair
but just remember in those moments
of your deepest and darkest thoughts
that you have brought others from the brink
as you will bring your own heart back, no matter how distraught.
because that is not what moves.
Don't reach for the sky
because that cannot improve
the serenity that can be found
in the vulnerability in which relatability
hides at all times that you doubt yourself
and your own merit and reliability.
When you feel words are jumbled
is when your honesty and candidness
are at the height of their effectiveness
and ability to move a heart away from brokenness.
The times you feel you are not heard
are when ears perk up the most,
when each and every spoken verb
hits the drums of each and every host.
When you feel the most like your voice is silent
is when the ones who need you come
from the woodwork in which they were hiding
until the right time and the right voice would summon.
Their inner-most thoughts of self-consciousness
that were thought to always be present
have gone away in favor of the words you spoke
and because of the effort and time you spent.
You will have the moments when you think
that no one out there cares
and you will have the moments when you think
there is nothing on the horizon but despair
but just remember in those moments
of your deepest and darkest thoughts
that you have brought others from the brink
as you will bring your own heart back, no matter how distraught.
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