The Hand Dealt

As I sit here, I look at the hand life has dealt me.

A protector turned prosecutor, who does not listen to a word I say,
yet demands that I listen to every word he says.

An angel on Earth is now in heaven,
for a decade now she has watched over me.
Though I know she is there,
I cannot sense her love,
I cannot feel her affection.

A demon soul, once called father,
now with no life in my eyes and heart,
still breathes a stones throw away,
so toxic was he,
I am still dealing with the aftereffects of his mind.

A colony of ants live near,
with sub servant polite attentions to the queen and her royal siblings, so preoccupied inward that the colony dies.

I continue to try to help others learn to accept and move past
that which they have no control over.
I heal the wounds inflicted by unknowing souls that have no sight,
they are blind to the trials of others and
the intensity to which they can be inflicted.

With a steel resilience to overcome the callousness of blood,
I move towards the cool and refreshing spring of hope
that runs clear and eternal for infinite renewals.

-K. Kolter