You’ve probably heard it said
That blood is thicker than water
But what does that really mean...
To the child of an affair
who was born of lust not love
To the baby abandoned on the street
Who was thought of as a burden
And never as a gift
To the child abused and broken
A punching bag for hatred and anger
The child of a user
Living in a man made hell
Unprotected and exposed
To the child born of a crime
A reminder of the unspoken
Punished for the actions of others
The child of divorce
A pawn in games played
Used for spite and revenge
Could it be that to them...
Blood is thick and ugly
A sign of pain
A dreadful stain...
On all that they could be
An anchor on hope
A slippery steep slope
A nightmare from which to break free.
And thin though water maybe
It cleanses the heart and the mind
A vessel of hope
A means for to cope
The peace every soul needs to find
A chance to be free from the pain
What’s needed to lift out the stain?
Deo Volente
January 8, 2009
2 comments:
It must be love
The blood becomes energy
Be yourself
Water, hope to live
To exist
Bravo for your words very humanistic
Patrick - Lucas: Thank you
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