Familial tension

It worries, for necessity breaks
The heart of a dim many, slithering its way
Until it is no longer sinister to plead righteousness.
But dawn breaks anew, light scatters free and far and wide.

It burdens, the soul gratifies for pleasure to collate
Right and simple. To bequeath such compelled truth
is driven forth, that arches into unknown waters.
But conquest eases anew, forgiving ignorant authors.

It calms, the path opens up the end
Clear and possessed as it was the day we were born.
It is within reach, better and tangible.
And the dim many becomes impartial, stoked, happy, not.