Finding yourself falling flat—
Forgive the alliteration.
Failing forward finds itself fragmented and embedded in the figments of my wildest imaginations,
What I’m saying— I’ve been dreaming about this day.
And dare I use the “D” word
Knowing we don’t speak words like that — where we from.
We better than that…
But truthfully beyond father
What’s better than dad.
What ever is dad?
A clever empath,
A steadfast guide and gifted gentlemen, though,
He’ll scarcely be mentioned as a fraction of that.
He is a dreamer.
A seer.
A seeker.
An impactful leader.
An impassioned speaker and
I’ll spoil the secret.
A dad has to be “it”— in every way—
Measured.
Inching forward
Towards Heaven,
Bouncing in a relaxed dance
Through the minefield lined with blasphemy.
Instead he would ask could it be, that I am “Him”.
The father I figured I would be
Or hoped I could be
Or thought I should be?
About the Creator
Dan-O Vizzini
Has anyone else just been making it up as they go along? Have you gotten so far from where you started that finding your way back seems impossible?
Well— reach.
Power when exercised properly is a beautiful thing.
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Comments (1)
Leroy, This is raw and heartfelt! The rhythm, the reflection, and the reverence—it’s all there. Feels like a love letter to the idea of being that dad. The “measured” part hits deep, and the closing self-check is pure introspection gold. Solid vibes all around.✨🤗