Blood of My Blood .

Blood Of My Blood

Yes love's always there, for me it never went
Yes its true we don't choose, our family's but I was quite happy with mine
We were a close family, always thought we were a perfect, family.

But there's nothing such a perfectness when it comes down to family's  

Yes, we loved one another...we would do anything for the other.
Or so I thought, but love comes at a price when we trust in others 

Family's or otherwise, but if we believe in human nature, its a sad, sad affair
When one of us decides they were better than the rest, & that you are worthless
 

Getting delusions of grandeur, or what have you,  I haven't time for you and yours
I have my own, so why would I want to ...waste my time, with you
That cut me right to the core, to the very core of my being

Was left stupefied, numbed, by the turns of things

Yes, love is always there intermingling, with the pain.
   

 I've built a high wall, around me..to stop those from getting to me

Am tired of being hurt, it's not much fun for, believe it or not,

I do have feelings like anyone,  but that high wall has failed miserably,
They still do get to me, all I need is see a likeness of them,
 

For my whole world to crumble, with choking tears, as I write this    
But it's not up to us to whom we choose to love,
She was blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh bone of my bone
Yes love is always there but there again so is the pain
 

That pain that never leaves you, it wraps itself around you

 Like a boa constrictor...tightening, tightening around one's heart one's Soul.

That pain never leaves you, waiting, waiting for a chance, to hurt you.

constricting every breath, one takes, fighting the constriction, in one's throat.

As one fights for our little corner, of this vast world 
Yes loves always there, intermingled with the pain
She has destroyed, my very being, my very soul
But love can turn to hate, at times I think I do

I hate her, even as I love her, it doesn't make sense does it!

I've lost a sister to motor neurone, on the day we buried her, 

I've lost another one...but it seems the wrong sister was buried that day

For the one that's left,  is dead and buried too me
   

From that day on things changed irrevocably,

The pain in my mind my heart, that I not only lost one sister but two.  

I know it's foolish of me to love them with all my heart
But when I love, I love deeply, with all my heart,
There are no half measures with my love.
Yes loves always there, but there again so is the pain.
But some family members, interfering where they shouldn't
They think they know it all one of them even, call me a stranger.

As I was talking to her daughter as she dragged her away, by her arm.

as if I didn't know all about her life, but life's what one makes of it

My misfortune coming across her,  I know what she's like.
A Leopard changes not it's spots

Then they play the innocent as if butter would melt not
 No excuse for beastliness,  haven't I had a hard life...
 Yes, love has turned into hate, in this case, I know hate's an ugly word
But there, won't be any more chances from me.
And yes loves always there, but there again so is the pain.
Yes no family is perfect, and mine certainly is not
Papa would have turned in his grave, by the turn of events
They were blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.

                   

                                     By Connie James.