If I ever have a child
all my own
the imagery
of it bearing
my heart,
showing the family gene

It would break me in two
until I woke up
right in the middle of
falling down
because personal demons
will still exist
even with an angel
homeward bound

But I must be remiss
to this notion
that falling down
doesn’t have its upsides,
if only we dig a little deeper,
until we reach the other side

I’ll always tell ‘em, “kid,
just keep dreaming louder
and your story will
come to life;
persist”