Zyla Soul

I don't say this enough...

Mama, There is an entire world about me you know and one you don’t. The one you currently know is a buss full of beautiful entangles and ugly depths I wish I never let you see. You got to see them all anyway and without judgement even when you were angry, I still knew I was your daughter. The world that is well and alive that isn’t in your site lingers with me every single day. You see mama I have always been strong even when the pain, weakness and feeling of burden carried me. I can’t comprehend or fathom a world where you don’t exist with me here in this form. I never told you this or even admitted it out loud, but I am petrified of not having you here. I know what you’re thinking, I’m crazy. I sound insane to you because you’re the healthiest human being I know and regardless of that fact, I know one day you won’t be here for me to hold. As much as we both are firm proud believers of the afterlife where your soul carries on, this doesn’t eliminate my fear. No matter how in tune I am with people who have already moved on I’m mortified that I won’t be able to be in tune with you. Needless to say, the world you don’t know about me is the existence of fear that I hide in the world you do know.