My Dysfunctional Family

Parting away

In the ebb and flow of time’s grand design, my soul has wandered, seeking love divine.

Once tethered to familial ties so strong, now yearning for love’s deeper, richer song.

In youthful dreams, I sought love’s tender grace, in broken places, sought its hidden face.

But learned that blood alone does not suffice, to nurture love’s bloom, to make it rise.

Even as a mother, new and bright, love’s essence eludes my grasp, takes flight.

For love, I’ve found, cannot be taught nor learned, but in its dance, its mysteries discerned.

So now I journey, seeking love’s pure light, in distant realms, beyond the reach of sight.

To grow and thrive in love’s expansive space, and find in others’ hearts a sacred place.

In boundaries respected, peace is found, in love’s embrace, true harmony is crowned.

So let us journey, hand in hand we’ll roam, in search of love, our hearts’ eternal home

It has been a long journey. I have always loved my family, but it seems my concept of love has grown to the point where I must seek more authentic and subtler forms of it, where the selfless giving is not tainted by getting something in return. It seems the heavier the heart is the more perverted love can become. I'm certain my stories are ubiquitous, but the pinnacle of my youth was discovering love even in fractured places. I have learned that even with bounds forged in blood, love does not thrive. It seems even in my sudden new found maturity I still can’t teach love. I’ve come to grasp that love cannot be taught; it can only be reciprocated, with the hope that others will remember. I yearn for an eternal voyage into the cosmos, away from all I once held dear, in pursuit of not only evolving my own understanding of love, but also evolving alongside others. Perhaps therein lies peace — a reality where we acknowledge boundaries and honour them.

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