BLOODLINE

hand full of blood

No shape or form
No consideration of others
Obliterating boundaries
Seemingly, everpresent.
Genetically prearranged or chosen out of ignorance?
Either way, it is extreme. It is brutal.
Wreaking havoc on the most delicate among us
Passed on from one elder to the other
The depths of this insanity perceived as unconquerable by the guilty
It is just the way it has always been, right?
Predictable, horrendous and lacking imagination
Robbing the young victims of peace, security, love, protection
Gleefully perpetuated throughout generations
It is not kind, it is not life, it is not hope, it is not love
Abuse and neglect, the only item you gave freely
Sadly, something also delivered to you. Passed down the family tree
An heirloom I enthusiastically relinquish.

 

Questions

What if it was love, even at first sight?

would we cherish it forever or only for one night?

What if it could grow into something wonderful? Giving us unbridled bliss

Embrace as we do with things we love or proclaim that we don’t want this?

What if we are willing to give into this notion, meet up halfway?

Would our hearts run to greet each other or simply run away?

What if people were perfect fits and truly meant to be?

Would we recognize the beautiful significance of this encounter

or simply set each other free?