A long line of shattered dreams

Hands holding broken hearts

Fathers who were war torn souls

Generations of rejection

Here we are.

Our strong spirited mothers

So much creativity

Stopped at fingertips

Or trickling in such stilted intervals

They waited till they were old

To fly away

To happier places

Escaping their perception of failures

But here WE are.

Wanting to break free

Getting up over and over again

Awakening dimmed eyes

Lighting soul fires to

Mightily burn

You and I ~

Often turned away from each other

Towards those shattered lines

Those hands holding broken hearts

Wishing for repair that doesn't seem to come

Weary, worn, plodding sometimes

Yet faces set towards the promise

Sunrise illuminating our courage

Turn to me yet again

I will turn to you

We must go on

Darkness always bows down to light