A mother and a father rising up to the flood,
Arguably the deepest bond is blood,
Equivalent only to the one of the truest love,
Of my mistakes, and ill-mannered use of
My own Free will, now I will away the choices I've made,
The way I've gambled the games that I’ve played,
Trying relentlessly to prove a point to the grave,
That I can’t and won’t be taken, only delayed.
A brother with a light to guide me through,
Waits patiently for my consent, as I allude,
He smiles and grips my hand ready to pursue,
Dislocating my from this self-imposed solitude.
Sisters with shields of conviction intact,
Continue to fight through the strength that I lack,
They align themselves, one in front and in back,
Shielding me from these subtle attacks.
A fleet guiding me home safe and sound,
Through the tormentors, and pains that surround,
Nursing the wounds, always lifting me back off the ground,
Can’t even fathom how I forgot a support so profound.
