brother of mine

my relationship with my brother, (it's gotten better the past year)

In the depths of a turbulent past, a tale I shall unfold,

Of love obscured by shadows, a brother's heart untold.

For I loved my kin, though fear our bond tainted,

A delicate dance on eggshells, constantly acquainted.

Childhood's canvas painted with trepidation's brush,

As my brother's presence, a tempest's mighty rush.

In his presence, a storm brewed, thunderous and strong,

A fragile soul like mine, afraid to step wrong.

In that tender age of fourteen, seeking solace's hold,

I stole his knife, a talisman to keep my secrets untold.

Not for harm, but for solace, a silent, hidden guard,

To feel secure amidst the chaos, the tumult, and the shards.

Burdened by his explosive nature, I longed for a reprieve,

The blade's glint, a flicker of strength, a momentary relief.

On days when darkness threatened, cascading like a tide,

I etched my pain on skin, no longer could it hide.

And when his footsteps echoed, signaling his return,

My hand would check for the knife, a pulse of anxiety, discerned.

In its cold, unforgiving metal, I found a semblance of control,

A silent plea for safety, a chorus deep within my soul.

Yet, hope, a tender whisper, lingers, ever so near,

For trust's fragile tendrils can still conquer the fear.

May time's gentle touch mend our fractured bond,

Like seeds on fertile soil, let a new chapter spawn.

Oh, brother of mine, may love triumph over strife,

And the knife's chilling presence give way to a life,

Where trust can bloom abundantly, a healing light bestowed,

A redemption's harmony, in brotherly love, bestowed.