Letters straight to heavens door

It’s been awhile since we spoke 

Im in a good place smells of oak 

How’s heaven tell me all about it 

I’m still going and I don’t quit 

Remember the good times

You still live on in my rhymes 

The virus what’s your point of view 

Luckily heaven has you 

It’s taken lives already 

Trying to keep myself steady

If only there’s times with you 

Till then I got to do what I got to do 

Maze

Before I was a prisoner of my own mind 

Lost I couldn’t find 

The difference between left and right 

Long days and long nights 

Time Seemed endlessly falling apart 

Conflict between the brain and the heart 

Eyes lie beyond 

That’s already gone 

Although things fade 

Nothing can aid 

Conflict of the mind 

solutions you can’t find 

Self image

Sometimes I put to much pressure on myself
It’s a damper on my mental health
I try to give myself positive feedback
But I’m a perfectionist and out of whack

Sometimes I put myself in a never ending battle
Cause I forget to empty my emotional cattle
I try to keep my problems till I solve them
When I need to forget them

Cards

I’ve played my hand well 

My problems I don’t let it dwell 

I play a great game 

To realize each hand isn’t the same 

Each piece tells a story 

The struggle and the glory 

Time will tell 

The future as well 

And when the sun rises each day

You play your hand another way

Till time ends 

Moments mend 

Thick and thin

It’s not easy being me 

Honestly it not as hard as it used to be 

I got older over time 

Things expressed in my rhymes 

My life became clearer 

As I came nearer 

To loving myself for who I am 

In life’s complex jam 

Nothing gets easier 

sometimes a little breezier 

Let the stuff fly 

As time goes by 

I’ve learned to so no a lot
Cause my voice is all I got
To stand up for what i believe
Is amazing what you can achieve

No to protect yourself
To protect your health
To speak your mind
To discover and find

What your voice can truly give
If you live
For yourself and mind
 No regrets and rewinds

Own path

In the world full of maps and directions
I’ve been doing some reflections
To find my own pathway
When others distract me on what to say

The humming keeps me on my own beat
Relying on my own feet
Distractions on the way
Mute feelings what do I say

Hiding from my innocence of my youth
Wanting to know the truth
How to go my own way
Knowing what to say