ENSTRANGED

In their father’s bag they remained until he met their mothers.

They won their respective races as they moved from one loin to the other.

Winners, born sinners oblivious of that which they were to face,

Different in sex and in thought but one in blood, and in their DNA trace,

Raised apart until they were old enough to know right from wrong,

By God’s design and not by societal norms,

They embraced, their closeness defined their bond,

Twins in spirit and in deed, relationship gold.

But when things fall apart, no match to light up the dark.

Bruised souls and inflated egos,

Hurt and disappointment, pride stakes its claim and reigns as supreme overlord,

An inherited trait. Where it begun is where it ends for…

All seems lost.

Is this Abel and Cane again but worse? Death is an escape ready to be embraced.

This is murder by silence and not violence. Hate borne out of a strong love.

Borne out of the need for attention. Borne out of the feeling of neglect and deception.

Borne out of the need for redemption. Rejected and seeking solace in the arms of the bearer.

Where does it end?  Where it begun? When it does it end?

They say you have to destroy to rebuild…must we always?

The best times are locked away in the memories of their childhood.

Who’s to blame? Eve? For her curiosity? Adam? For his disobedience?  God? For planting that tree?

The serpent? For his ambition?

Knowledge is power. Knowledge is destructive.

Books.

It is man’s curse to experience joy and sorrow…and the worst and best experiences, (un)fortunately come from those closest.

Sometimes we wish we could undo that which we have done to experience things differently. But maybe we experience those moments so that we are reminded what it is to be human.

Does God hate Lucifer?

Is he capable of hate?

Hate is immortal…love is eternal.

Love and Hate are twins.

I miss you.

I love you.

ALWAYS.