For it is Family

Love and loyalty,

longing and connection,

lie uneasily,


with the raw breath

of anger

and the sharp

stale smell

of resentment.


Such ambivalence

lives in a space

as deep

as the soul

and as wide as the imagination.


Its history emerges

from generations:

from the coursing

blood of passion

that was once red

but now

is so often

no more than bones.


Though shattered,

it lives on,

for it is family.



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