Who I Am

a poem of ancestral healing

What bones are resting
deep in Earth? 

Where do you lie,
waiting for my discovery
of your songs? 

I feel you 
in my dreams,
lifting my chin

up

towards the light
and my
knowing

down

to sit with you
in the untamed darkness.

Magick,
you long to show your face.

My heritage
seeping into my story
as I explore the forest of tombs.

This energy
pulsating
in my red blood

cleansing me of the curses
that forbore
my truth

of you.

My ancestors,
my Mothers,
and your Mothers--

wombs of life,
of purpose,
of power.

Divinity,
guide me,
I plead.

Show me your ways,
the way,
home.


This poem comes from Maidenhood, Eighteen Years of Life Becoming. 

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