Betrayal By Blood : A Cautionary Tale


 

What happens when the people closest to you become your greatest threat? An own mother, brothers, and sisters-in-law, those who should have been pillars of support, conspired to destroy a marriage. They poisoned the husband’s mind with lies and resentment until the family they helped build crumbled. In their success, they left behind the wreckage of trust, love, and an innocent child caught in the storm.


 

How does a mother’s love become a curse,
Turning warmth into something worse?
How do brothers and their wives, once loyal and kind,
Twist the knife, leaving truth behind?

Is blood thicker, or just an illusion,
That crumbles under the weight of confusion?
Their words, like shadows, stretch and bend,
Turning family into foe, not friend.

The child, a flower caught in the storm,
Wilted by betrayal before he can form.
His tears fall like rain on broken glass,
Wondering how love could shatter so fast.

A father listens, his heart turned blind,
To the poison they plant in his mind.
Does he not see the cracks in his son,
The scars left when trust comes undone?

The mother’s hands, once strong and sure,
Now tremble, unable to endure.
Is love not meant to protect, to heal,
Not destroy what we can no longer feel?

Why must the child bear the weight of their lies,
Innocent eyes lost beneath darkened skies?
His world split open, his soul torn in two,
A home divided, with no one to turn to.

Is family a bond or just a word,
When trust is broken and truth unheard?
They cut him deep, with words like fire,
And leave him alone, to walk the wire.

But through the ashes, a lesson blooms,
Like flowers rising from tombs.
Not all who share your blood are true,
And the poison they plant is not in you.

You rise from the wreckage, scarred but whole,
Building a fortress around your soul.
The child will heal, though it takes time,
And learn that love can still climb.

So what of the scars, what of the tears,
The years stolen by betrayal’s spears?
They cannot break the heart that survives,
For love, real love, still thrives.


 

Despite the husband’s family causing the marriage’s end, valuable lessons remain: loyalty is not guaranteed by blood, and although the child suffers, they will persevere. Love can be rebuilt after heartbreak, with scars serving as reminders of strength and resilience.


 

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