Love and loyalty,

longing and connection,

lie uneasily,

side-by-side,

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.

 

22/4/2014