Within the very bowels of time
Lays a call of silent virtue
In like a lamb
Out like a lion
This is the calling card of the seasons change
Can I not hold to you as I long to
This forbidding forage of a nesting bird seeking a song
The say family ties are un breakable
Nothing stronger then the blood that runs in our veins
Connected by some un stoppable force of protection and loyalty
But we where all to blind to see the sniper within the shield
I trusted you and you betrayed
I loved you and you ran away
I sought comfort and you cut me down
I sought to be forgiven and your shoulders became cold
In the depths of winter I sought a memory forgotten
I found the truth of battered delay
And a mother to blind to see as she locked me away
I can not blame her for a snake hurt her to
She will not say it but the circle has continued
As the season move on
I know the ice will melt and rivers will flow again
But even in the beauty of the new start
I know the fish now swim to the fangs of the bear
And the resting lion wakes to devour the little lamb
Even though you call me perfect in every way
Such is not so this anger lays dormant within my soul
I have been thrown around broken and bruised
I have been loved and sheltered and hidden from the truth
I have been promised to a man who sought to kill my all
I have escaped the claws of Winter only to be lost in the river’s flow
Trust no one and you will never be betrayed
Love no one and one can not run away
Seek no one but yourself and you will never need anyone
Never think your wrong and one should never be forgiven
There is truth in those words but they are wrong all the same
One is born into a family but all that is .. .. .. is a name
Winter to Spring, Summer then Autumn
No one is better then the other
No one more determined then the past before them
All are the same and all will remain
In like a lamb
Out like a lion
A baby is born
An Elder moves on
But that does not mean the circle has ended
Time forever moves on
And every child it taken and loved
Every child has a chance to become again
And even I will learn to forgive and remain
This brutal winter to the life of spring again
Author notes
Written for the contest in mind but at the same time it seemed to be also about a chapter of my own life.. If one would like to know more just ask.. I am very open to discuss the write and the truth that is hidden behind every word..
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- The Winding (Photo Inspiration) by JM Kenyon.
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Comments
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There are circles everywhere, like seasons... I see where you are coming from with this piece. We are rotational creatures it seems, we eat, sleep, work and play along the path of circles...
but where do we go when a circle is broken? We do not fall into oblvion... maybe confusion, but we don't cease to be when one of our circles are broken...
Family circles are very hard to break, and like all things, there are circles within circles; habits, lifestyles, personality traits...
Familial orbits are a lifelong thing, it's hard, painfule ven to fall, or break out of any of these orbits... it doesn't always mean that it is unhealthy. Some things that we rely upon do not always have a benificial, or positive impact on us, that includes family.
A thought occured to me a couple weeks ago, while at a very emotional family gathering... Life can hurt, society can be cruel, living can maim and torture... but of all my experiences thusfar (and I am 31) family has the most power over me, it has the most ability to hurt me, the people can stab faster, dig deeper and ultimately, destroy me with more ease than someone from outside the revolutions that created me, made me, designed me mentally so that I could and would exits within their orbits for a lifetime...
Still, it is up to us, somewhere along the paths of our life, from in the deepest, darkest, tightest locked boxes of ourselves... we have to decide which orbits are more than habitual revolutions that cause injury in passing. WHich relationships build us, propel us on to achieving more of what we like, what we desire to be as an individual... which orbits can sustain a predominantly positive and happy solar system, and which revolve around the sucking, void of black holes that lead to empty, painfully echoing nothingness?
A very good write, very thought provoking and interesting. Also, a very different take on the image. Great job.
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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