
We carry them
Our ancestors
And all their silent history
Falling into unconsciousness
Under the flood
Of time and experience
We may not understand
How our day to day struggles
Reflect their own
Or how hard they also had to struggle
To make some kind of home
That was so often taken from them
So now As I struggle to find solid ground
Underneath my feet
I am not so sure anymore
Which way truth
Or my destiny lies
Our family has broken apart
And now I feel
Like a tender small seed
Cracked free of its husk
Blown about freely by the breeze
Trying to define its way to
That nurturing ground
That will give it life
And help it grow into
All my soul
Intended me to be
Within and outside of family
And yet I know
That I will forever carry them with me
But in conscious awareness
For over years
I heard them cry out to me
And I am now so grateful I could answer with
Understanding
Compassion and love
And learn in time
To rise above
Beautiful.
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Yes, we do carry them and we hold bits and parts of them all within us. Beautifully said!
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So true ❤ Thank you..
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You are kindly welcome ❤
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