Bound

There, is this place

Wrapped in ornate card

A thin piece of leather

The remains of a spirit sacrificed

To seal this journal

With the pages stories

Strung together

In layers of truth

And lies

And misconceptions

With love

And heart break

My children are all within

The ones I grew with

Battled and defended

Profound the dangers

We prevailed to slay or allay

The haunting of lineage

My children grown from the uncertainty

My doubts never of them

To blossom their stories

And my children mine

The blessing beyond reproach

All love and support

For me and beyond

My truths hidden from you

A shield protection

To bring you forward

With lineage blessings

God’s gift for me, for you, for your mother

Shared and unshared

Supported as best I can

Where some say selfishly

To fill the emptiness within

With children from my day

Those who know me and quietly understand

Who will love me and will stand with me to fight the ghosts

That will close my pages

Bound I am

To you all

This tome of tales

Romances, comedies

Love stories, and tragedies

They stand the test

While these pages continue their long purposed turn

I will stand for just

I will live for pure

I am here

Your brother

Your father
All this love

ache

it niggles at me constantly

sometimes great sometimes small

how oh how did I get it so wrong

that anyone could stoop so low

so to threaten their own

to derive failure over another.

yet will you ever be satisfied

never says I

the hunger and thirst to get even

compels your very existence

at the detriment of all others

and then you wonder where the love went

I watch from afar trapped

my very blood waning while I remain

a helpless now hapless soul

confirmed in your very actions

the type of person you truly are

I know then my steps were correct

he may perish and never again will I see him

penalised by deception and greed

wronged by hatred left so long gone

I ache for you cause I was so wrong

were you not a good person at one time

where did that person go?