Year Of Transitions

 Year Of Transitions

Click click Boom

And then my feet pushed off the Blocks

Of 2022

Pushing previous projects 

To the forefront

Of my mental production list. 

I felt like I was pulling ahead 

In the race against myself 

and what I could accomplish in a year

Or lifetime.

I was standing on one of the 

highest peaks 

Amongst other creators 

Yelling at them 

And whispering to my 

Own,

Future plans of progression

To climb currently

Unseen Mountains.

I just knew I'd built a far enough lead 

And had more time on my clock

Before life caught up with me  

To pierce my bubble 

With a prick of reality!

A Reality which 

Contradicts the reality we'd

Built over the last 15 years.

But still we walk

On a secured foundation 

But with shifting sands 

That'll inevitably change the direction 

Of our previously plotted out 

Plans of introspection.

And now I sit here trying to find

The connective tissue 

Between how I was raised in religion 

And how I now 

Want to raise Son 

To respect the past 

But also 

Find his own path 

And own beliefs without feeling the pressures

I felt.

Helping him find the middle ground 

between his Asian/Spanish roots 

And my Blackity Black causes for dispute.

Keeping him closer to the culture 

Keeps me up at night.

But despite 

All of these peripheral problem

I only have sight for making

Moves to maintain the progression of 

Our little Family

Going forward

In these quiet times at night!

IN 2023 

I look forward to seeing his face 

And understanding where I see his mother's

And where I see myself in her place.

Either way

It's going to be a different type of race

To outer-space

And I'm here for the journey.