The blood pumps in your veins
And keeps you alive;
From the family you came
It’s all that survives.
What now of that blood
And how it connects you;
It can bury you in mud
Or it can make you blue.
The wrath of the kin
Clouds the sky with stark grey;
Drives a spike through the sin
Keeps the angels away.
That blood also flows
Through your body and mind;
In all that it shows
Alone it is blind.
How then can you choose
What path you must take;
Tolling on kin to amuse
Or in solitary wake.
To stand proud and be kind
Regardless of blood;
The water will then unwind
For it too is a flood.
Water is not as thick as blood
For blood will endure;
If you allow it to bud
Only then is it pure.
Water crests in a wave
But then it is gone;
Leading only to save
What once was in sun.
The life giving liquid
Leads toward your future;
It need not be frigid
Or twist you with torture.
Do not let your blood haunt you
Or betray you it will;
Follow your heart true
And your life it will fill.