Different threads linking me to the past
Through my time and beyond.
I carry the ancestors’ blood,
Their woes and joys
And unspoken trauma.
Like lightning it finds its path
To easy ground.
I stand helpless as it works
Its way through me.
Tired, I want to rest
From the touch of
Its relentless fingers,
But I fear there is no end.
I feel pains in my flesh
As if time collapsed
And the trauma is happening now.
This will pass, I tell myself.
Yes, and it will come again.
I bow my head and weep.
