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Oct 2015 · 234
Oh my child,
Golden Sekona Oct 2015
Oh My Child,
You worry too much
Stop.
Breathe in
As much air as you can take in,
Feel the cold air become warm
As your chest begins lifting
As if floating

Oh My Child,
Feel each rib crack
For you contain the essence
Of Hurricanes
For you are its master.

Look Up My Child,
At the skies above you,
And feel her winds within you

Look Low My Child,
The ground is firmly beneath you.
Though mountains reign high,
And may look down upon you,

You Will Fly My Child,
Far beyond the reaches of
The nay sayers,
The dream slayers,
And betrayers.
This I promise you.
Breathe out and

Be Calm My Child,
Let the air flow free with your voice
For it is yours to own.

Be Strong My Child,
There are those out to hurt you
This world will chew
And gnash its teeth against you
Doing it very best to break you

But It Won't My Child,
As long as you believe in
The you that believes in
You, then
That's all you really need.
That's who you have to be,
Or at least want to be,

Believe My Child,
That the IMPOSSIBLE
Is CONQUERABLE
Run low
and be UNSTOPPABLE
And know
That you are CAPABLE

Close Your Eyes My Child,
And Fear Not
The Dark
The Devil
Or Defeat
For there are Stars lit all around you,
In the Blackest Night
Guardian Angels that surround you,
Ready to fight,
I will always ricochet and rebound you,
Cause Pops will  always make things right
Open your eyes and see that

You Are Loved My Child,
I don't say it enough

You Are Loved My Child.
This world will be tough,

But *There Is Love My Child,

You'll push through when times turn tough*

Oh My Child,
How you worry too much...
This poem was inspired by my father, who works countless hours to provide for my siblings and I. I stopped and realized the extent of his selflessness, that I began to question why I was letting myself be swept up by the eddies of the world. If anything, I wrote this to somewhat pass on the philosophy of not worrying too much.

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