Seeds of Hope

Brought into this world, with the joyous wonders endowed with love,

These seeds are to be planted, without doubt, to be showered from above,

I'm holding these seeds until the end,

I'm holding these seeds always to tend,

I'm holding these seeds for they depend,

She's holding these seeds to pretend. 

The path was never augmented and always true, 

Until her chemical dependence made me choose,

The billowing sorrows came down like a cork screw,

Sealing the pain with everyone inside her voodoo.

The first seed was too young to notice while my heart would bleed,

But the second seed couldn't understand why she didn't get what she needs,

The first seed now old enough to be planted with ease,

The second seed was unable to sprout, 

as she regressed in sorrows freeze.

Their revered protector was always providing,

Their despised objector was never confiding,

The seeds needed hope to sprout,

Needed change from the divine spout.

When the revered was complacent and gone,

They would be silent with abandonments song,

The seeds complacent with fear and grieving anxiety silently,

While alone, the torment consumed until they hung on lifelessly.

They were unable to cope while the objector favored dope,

Tribulations without trials stalked they're growth,

The aggressions brewing while regressing for they couldn't cope.

As the seasons changed,

The seeds remained the same,

Ready to flourish, 

they were without feed and malnourished,

Once the revered entered the maze,

he could feel the aftermath in a blaze,

Nothing would ever be the same,

And his drive to provide was to blame.

There was no delay to the decay,

Clouds of abandonment were a doorway,

To the hailing effects felt everyday,

This was the only job on her resume.

The seeds of hope were yet to be planted,

For their precious youth was taken for granted,

The only water given by her was rancid,

And her motives were always slanted,

The revered knows that for hope to be branded,

They must be taken somewhere else to be transplanted.

The objector complacent in the devil's lair,

Held the same ritual within her square,

The seeds about to sprout were unaware,

That life would change with every prayer,

Unable to prepare for the nightmare,

The revered would protect them from warfare,

Even if it meant that he would never repair,

The Seeds of Hope would always have due care,

As the light would blind her blackened stare,

They will never again be within her snare.