My father taught me that
I am not his mistakes
That I should not try to be
What he could not become
Even though he sweats blood
And tears in order to provide
Me with
The life that he could never achieve
I am not his shortcomings
Nor am a tool for him to reach
That goal
That he failed to reach at his prime
I am not my father
Nor am I his sins
Even though his blood
Runs through my veins
And is pumped by this beating
Heart
I am not his sins
So I shouldn't carry myself
As if I am reaching
For that distant star
That he flew into orbit for
But his thrusters failed
To give him full throttle
And he was just shy of reaching it
Now he simply floats in space
Being tossed into a blackhole
To ponder his failures and mistakes
I am not his second chance
At tasting glory
Nor his chance at crossing
That finish line which aluded him
I am the star in his eye
Which he can reach and touch
I am his greatest achievement
And his greatest motivation
To give his all every single day
So that I may have the chance
Of reaching my goals
Without being inhibited
By the trials that he had to face
I am his love
Cloned in flesh and blood
I am his wisdom
I am my father's son
Not another version of him
In which the flaws
Of the pervious version
Are polished and smoothed out
I am my father's son
But not a better version of him
I am me
And my father taught me to value
Life and treat it as the gift it is