Just because
We are bound by blood,
Does not mean
We breed the same love.

We do not share
The same view,
Or see eye-to-eye.
You ponder in confusion,
Always wondering why.

Allow me to explain
These words of pain.

We do not
Share a connection,
We are not bound by the heart.

We are torn and broken,
Millions of miles apart.

We are fluent in fighting,
Storms and lightning,
Arising,
As we crash and burn.

And we turn.

Face the opposite direction,
Lost connection,
As we accept the truth.

Mother,
Bloodline is bound,
But I
Am far from you.

My life
Is a lesson,
I study alone.
Quietly at home,
In the dark of night.

I stroke my hand,
As I ponder
On my own.
To what love
Can I show?

I have recieved little warmth,
From the place I call home.

For no tutors
I had,
That aided my confusion.
I am forced to attend
The lesson of exclusion.

I waited on love,
Patience,
The beauty of binds.
But alas,
I am not equipt
For such a class.

Too difficult to pass,
Too harrowing to last.

As I sit here,
Unguided,
For my lesson has ended.
Another one begins,
Leaving me broken
And unamended.

I am who I am,
And that is who
I shall be.
Send love to our souls,
And acceptance of our body.

Stop wishing for more
Of what others may hold.
For our body is a temple,
Made from the purest gold.

A human can lie
To the heart and mind.
Sending an image of repulsion
In front of our eyes.

We scoff at the mirror
That holds no truth.
For what you see
Is not the true you.

Hearing words from others
That begins the game.
Our minds so bothered
By ones with no name.

No remembrance of them,
With faces of nothing.
Type faster than lightning
To just hurt something.

And that something,
Is us.
Our vision,
Lost.
For these souls should be pitied,
Bitterly,
With no sympathy.

And how pathetically sad
One must be,
To not find bad
In this treachery.

But our beauty
For one,
Shines brightly in disguise.
But one day,
Our vision will wake
And arise.

We shall look in the mirror,
And see the truth.
It is you,
The true you.
Not somebody new.
For beauty
Can only be envied,
By the artist
With no tools.

I am who I am,
And that is who
I shall be.
For I have no apologies,
As I am truly me.

You.
Turned to lust.
My soul,
Turned to dust.

The time is ticking,
Striking every hour.
But you
Become louder,
Seething with power.

My heart is
Poisoned,
Becoming reborn.
Intoxicates my body
Inside my form.

I am tired,
Lost,
And full of desire.
Fed with lies,
Fooled by disguise.

You have soiled me,
Openly,
For I choose
To ignore.

Flame arises through my skin,
As I burn to the core.

Here I stand,
Wrapped in dark cloth.
Time slipping slowly,
Heads bowing lowly.

Hearts in a toll.

I cannot recall,
Words spoken,
From ones
That ‘all will be well’.

Heaven has a place for you,
But this feels like hell.

Music plays low,
My brows furrow ,
For I cannot glimpse
At the doll who lays low.

At the edge of my feet,
I stand in defeat.

For you were my one,
But alas,
The light has come.
The angels have sung,
And have summoned you home.

My darling,
Sleep tight,
As this day
Has turned into night.

And now your soul shall roam.

I see it,
I feel it.
At last,
I believe it.

I watch
The shore break,
Peace,
Relief.
I feel the
Calm waters
Beneath my feet.

Lost hope
Regained,
Seeing faith
In close sight.
Through
Day and night
I reach
Closer to light.

Story of old,
Left untold.
New writings
Unfold,
Covered in gold.

Back to the start
I go,
Fresh welcomings
Mend my soul.

A sunrise
Through sour season,
A true welcome
To peace,
And freedom.

I feel it,
I see it,
And at last
I believe it.

I am delicate
And fragile,
My heart,
Made of glass.

I will shatter,
And break
From the life
Of my past.

My skin,
Snow white,
Not a hue in sight.
For I rest wearily,
On this cold night.

But I wonder,
And ponder,
How we seem weak
To seek.

'How 'soft' could one be?'
They say to me.
In times of hurt,
Anguish
And true defeat.

I turn to face
The ones of deceit,
As they look upon me
With disgust and grief.

'You are not as strong as you should be'
'Life is not full of roses and buzzing bees'
'It is indeed tough, but you must perk up'
'You must come into life , ready to fight'

How can one
Being,
Tend to agree?
On a life
In stone
And utter cold tone,

For one
Like a flower,
Will blossom
Like a tree.
Will flourish
And nourish
The ones
In need.

Will save the souls
That are lost at sea.

I am delicate
And fragile,
And that is who
I shall be.