for loves sake

I do this for the people who said I Couldn't ,
And for the people who said I can,
But hope that I don't, 
So they can remain on the fragile 
Pedal stool they built over me.

I do this for the weary, 
Who just need the mirror image, 
To prove the test works 
And that the rejection and 
Heartache is worth it.

I do this for my mother,
Who worked for us, 
instead of herself, 
Who dreamt of gold, 
And got paper, 
And imagined peace,
But got turbulence.

I do this for my son,
Who Must know,
That choices are multiple,
And that ripple effects,
Are timeless.

I do this for my loves lost, 
To show off the blessings
I gained from their vacancy. 
Absent only, of not knowing
How bright it is with blindfolds on.

I do this for my ancestors, 
'Know that time was never wasted, taken for granted or hated'. 
Lessons of their ambitions, 
Carefully unfolded, executed and Savoured. 
With buckets full of gratitude, 
Clean tenderheartedness and loyalty.

I do this,
Because it's easier,
To act in Faith,
Then be in fear. 
To know the freedom 
that 'free' fearful people know not.

I do this for loves sake.