The Wrong Path But The Right Success

A poem to my family

Written word is a powerful tool because it is silent. The message will not hit you but the pain, relief, or any other emotional will attach harder than any demon could. I verbally can persuade, curse, or even murmur my true pain and confusion but you will not know the chaos that is a longing for peace that can't exist without hate. The simple solution yes you guessed it. Forgiveness. Why can hatred and greed and maybe even envy keep blood away and silent from each other. The reason a son fears and may despise his own mother. The reason brothers keep lies and hold secrets but yet I ponder but yet I am just your other half of thy soul. What more can a young boy want but a family that is open like a library book and as strong as the foundation holding it up. So I plead and beg for us all to realize that life may be a game but its up to us to choose the ending and possibly a sequel.