One day, we will grow beyond what we think and feel.
We will understand the truth that has always been.
Forgive our assumptions and remember the truths we've seen.
We will forgive all past indiscretions, all the hurts, the tears and our needless fears.
We will fill the cavern that separates our space; where once we touched, held, smiled and laughed as families do... Or so I hear.
Neither side understanding the other; not mom, aunt, cousin, dad, sister, brother.
Maybe the day will come when I see what most have always had; those of blood, bound together even when mad.
Trumpets will blare that day, the clouds will part; sharing the warmth and glow that warms the heart.
Oh what a day! That plays so delicately in my mind, teasing and tormenting, forever playing in my mind.
How does a child born into nothing, become part of a whole and then separated, ripped and torn?
How does one learn to love and bond from an emptiness, can I just wave a wand?
I say "we" like I know, like it was a given; as maybe it should be, and not something earned or replaced when all is forgiven.
We have built walls and placed our battlements, prepared all our arguments.
"Prepare for war, ye dogs of wrath!"
We shall soak our sins in blood soaked aftermath.
"We" is a fairytale, something you hear about or read; it's not meant to last no matter how long one may beg or plead.
However, I will pray that my conclusion turns out to be just my personal illusion.
That Family and We are descriptions, that go beyond what I know; that they exist and thrive, sharing, growing just like a hive.
One day... one day we will grow beyond what we've seen; And see the truth that has always been.
