Three siblings gruff
There once lived three siblings who saw life three ways
The eldest, being full of love saw life as something to share
living like time was a gift to be cherished
When her time came to leave the safety of home she found only the opposite
she found life was full of hate and turmoil
and people in it were happy to waste the life of others
soon her heart of gold had turned to ash never to be kindled again
The second full of courage saw life as a challenge
living as if everything had to be conquered
This one did not wait for time, she left much too early for her own good
She found that life was not as cut and dry as she once believed
when someone tried to show her love she took all they had and claimed it
never knowing the feeling of giving love her heart soon turned to rust
for the smallest infliction could easily break her unourished heart
The youngest of the three was full of fear
seeing life as a game in which he was forced to play
This one tried to hang on to the remnants of the past
but when his time came to leave the safety of home he was blinded
blinded by the variety that life had to offer
He found that life was not a burden to carry
Nor a blessing and most definitely not a war
but instead found the shred of himself that everyone looks for
the part that lives not because of the memories of the past or the promises of the future
but instead the part that lives for the present and was open to all life had to offer
this siblings heart was still intact but not yet aflame
for he still searches for the one to light a spark that shall turn his love into an inferno to last for years to come
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