Obeeda Poetry

Everything is a process,

Everything takes time,

Rome wasn’t built in a day

There are only twenty four hours in the day

Whatever other shit people say doesn’t make me find motivation

I’m all over the place and still can’t feel motivated

What I do for myself is what drives me to be creative

My creativity is not born from happiness, and it’s my worst flaw

It means I draw on being unhappy to create, and in turn I dive deeper into that dark place

The strange result of diving into the darkness inside my mind is that I feel better

But feeling better and motivated are two different things

I want to find motivation but don’t know where it is

No one can provide it for me, so I have to find it myself

Fuck your words because they sure as fuck don’t help

If I explain what I’m feeling then it as an excuse to go ignore me and seek solice in someone else

Words kill

Actions motviate

Kill words and let actions speak

You made every campfire a blazing inferno by walking in the room

It was like you had an undeniable heat that made flames dance as if you commanded them

I’m surprised that I wasn’t a burn victim after four years with you!

You knew everything about me and understood what to do when I had no clue what was going on

You took the reigns when I decided to put them down and drove me in the right direction

You told me things in the way I understood and didn’t think twice

You were and always will be my number one

Going back to you isn’t an option

We would have too many kids and nowhere near enough money or time to acommodate all of them

Life was an adventure with you that was not a chore

You taught me to be fearless

After you I wanted to be the fearless one who took the world on without thinking twice

It took a long time to get there, but I think I found what I wanted

Fear held me back for a long time, and you kept me going when times got rough

There’s someone who does that for me now and reminds me a lot of you, she’s the best

You put me on a tough path, but it was the one I needed

Thank you

I want you to tell my story

I like to think that you know you’re more than good enough,

But you don’t see it, and I wonder if you ever will

Raised to survive instead of thrive you learned to settle

If life was about settling, then you would be set

Nothing is ever easy, and convenience will make you lazy

What you feel in your mind is not always right,

Your mind is your deadliest weapon and worst enemy

I doubt that’s somehing you’ll ever see

Where you are is relative, and how you think is absolute

Believe something strongly enough, positive or negitive, and it will materialize

But talking to ourselves is the hardest part

Sometimes we talk to other people in an attempt to fix something when we need to talk to ourselves

Tell yourself that you need discipline to the point that you kill the people who care about you is no way to accomplish your goal

Discipline is not deprivation

Discipline is knowing yourself enough to see the world for what it is, and know who and what to avoid

One harsh reality is that no one is perfect,

Another is that people who care will be there, even if you don’t want them to be sometimes,

And they mey even tell you a lot of things that go over your head until you are at your lowest point

Value those people and realize their flaws are only there to make you like them more for everything they do to be there when it seems like no one else will

You’re good enough.

You don’t tell yourself that when you should

You’re critical when compassion should take its place

You are a good person who isn’t in a great situation

You’re the only person who can say “I’m good enough”

And no matter what, I want to hear you say it

You think you’re born to lose, but we aren’t born to fail

We learn to think that we can fail, and it hurts us in the long term if no one helps us understand how to grow as a person,

And grow in our own way

You’re good enough.

Say it with me.