F.A.M.I.L.Y

18/12/2021
F.A.M.I.L.Y

What is family?
If not there to pick up the pieces when you’re shattered and broken?
Should they be there for you,
When mentally,
You’re drowning?
Or do they simply,
Just walk on by?
What is family when you’re stuck in a rut?
A hole you can’t get out of,
Yet they could help but....
See,
Even with family they get their heads stuck in the sand.
Just like I do,
When one head is up,
The others are still down below.
When all but 1 Have their heads up,
They don’t understand why,
Where or how we remain.
Yet they all carry on,
Thinking just a solitary being,
Can handle all on their own.
Even when physically or mentally,
Both affecting your brain.
Every time that single head comes out and into the light,
The rest of them dig again.
Either that,
Or take flight.
Through sickness and health,
Your Family should be there for you,
No matter your blight.
They should be leading you by example.
Being there for you,
When your life is in plight.
Nose-diving Towards the earth.
Causing death or destruction,
Do they choose flight or fight?

Not bringing to you stress or unbelievable gut worry.
They should be there to pick you up when fallen,
Not continually carrying on,
As if there’s no problem,
Thinking there’s nothing wrong,
Everything is alright.
Really?
Can they not see me? 
Are they really that blind?
If you’ve got family problems,
You’ll feel yourself becoming untwined.
The harder and deeper you search or ask,
The more hurtful nature,
Is love of no kind.
The family you create,
You make,
Is the one you’ll have,
For the rest of your time!

Do Christmases and birthdays count as family time?
Or is it fake,
Like the trees we buy and the decorations that last for a whole season of the year, 
To then be tossed in the attic or cupboard,
Not to be seen for another 12 months.
Until the next time,
We put them up for cheer.
Is it being false,
To take all past discrepancies,
And make them disappear.
How can you forget,
When every time you think of the past,
What goodness do you see appear?
See bad memories blight my past.
Thankfully though,
None leaving me in fear.
I feel bad for the forgotten.
Those with no family to turn to.
Only emptiness,
Looms and lears.
It must be so hard when their birthday or Christmas nears. 
They are meant to be days full of smiles and happiness.
Not ones full of tears.
Cascades of tears forming a pond.
No.
More like an ever growing mere.

Family.
What is true Family?
If a family member really is in trouble,
In plight.
Surely they should do or die,
Just to make everything within the family,
more than alright.
Well not die,
But at least do.
At least try.
Make sure,
By your family,
You’re doing things right.
If not,
Then as a family man myself,
I honestly don’t understand,
How you get to sleep at night.
See,
To me,
Family should be there through thick and thin.
You should all be close knitted.
Properly,
Family tight!