maybe : the tapestry

maybe all of this has been ‘meant to be’

maybe there comes a time

not to be so down on me

for struggling so hard to survive

this complex multi-generational legacy

if there is a ocean we swim inside

its tides are the DNA spirals

that gave birth to cells

each containing the sum of experiences

our ancestors lived

for good or ill

so if at these times

I feel the spiral along my spine

as I dance and spin and weave

the torn about threads of this

most complex, painful and awesome

of ancestral tapestries

am I the weaver

or the thread

or the loom upon which

it is strung?

am I coming together

or coming undone?