Rockhollow Series: Destiny

Title: Destiny  
Twenty Six of Thirty  
Unique Words: One Hundred and Forty-Six  

#NaPoWriMo19  
 
The rain she heaves as if she knows  
I need to watch from the window,  
my mind gives no hoots  
to the body's pain, I've always been that way.  
 
Thinking beyond here lately - of gifting  
something all together, full bodied and rich with worthiness  
to the ether, my daughter, to you and I.  
 
I want to give Rockhollow to it, let the thanks of it leak  
pleasantly through pages  
as valium to anxiety.  
 
I want Rockhollow to take you away as it took me,  
to become a place you could pray  
or sin,  
to look or labour,  
to live, survive, rest in joy  
and in rage.  
 
I want to give you backstory, context,  
I want to backdate years that led to this appreciation of small irregularities, obsession with gentle change,  
to be unapologetically thrashing my energies into such art and history.  
 
I want you to think about what you'll leave behind,  
I want you to hear the voices of the parent who left you longing, the first love - and the last, the first family member to die, your oldest friend, the young you, the hurt you, the happiest you, to know from the pages you read that for the rest of your life your wealth of experience, the good and bad voices of your life allow you to create your best or worst memories depending on how you chose to spin it.  
 
I want it to be a story that lives on a bookshelf beside a garden window, in your wealth of experience, and in all that I do  
for the rest of my life.  
 
And I want Rockhollow to be a place treasured -  
by as many as possible,  
it's a destiny in my blood.