For you, the people who create my world and my everyday. Please, find comfort and security in the simple words that create this piece.
Solemnly, I tell you that blood is not what keeps us 'together',
and frankly I assure you, we have more between us than blood.
The distance and lengths of the journeys we have, we just can't measure,
our footprints are imprinted in fields, through grass, they're tracked in mud.
For this bond we have between us was not forged in stars so distant,
not through miraculous instances nor of infinities compacted in minutes.
It was made through words so simple, complete, and consistent,
which brought upon small embers to surpass our known limits.
Our history is not chronicled in books of magnitude or breadth,
it is found in the etchings of our hearts and spans centuries in seconds.
Who we are to each other is not as defined as simple in depth,
and what that means to me fills my life in each and all directions.
Don't you look at me with eyes filled with doubt and pain,
when I have promised to stay by your side along upheavals and depression.
Please grasp the hand that reaches out to you, voices your name,
for the agenda imprinted in the heart, has you, as its intention.
And when you start to fight, claw, and bruise my frail body,
I will keep engaging the loneliness as it eats at your mind and heart.
As you grow tired of my routines and spite me as your hobby,
I'll love you more with each and every beat, these emotions I impart.
I will continue to fight for you, fight beside you, in every war,
even if the odds are all against us, and every chance is dwindled to none.
Through the slimmest of possibilities, you inspire me to soar,
you are family, you are my life, and for you, I'll fight until I'm spent and done.
YOU ARE READING
For You
شِعرFor you, my words they are to keep, For you, my dreams to fill your sleep, For you, my life in your hands, For you, my love I still stand. (Cover is self made)
