Tag: ancestors

Altar

My heart is blind
Bound by strings that lead
Back through time
I can hear my ancestors calling
Wandering
Searching through the fog to find
A link to steady the winds
And waters
Fires and stone
They flow with words
That only my heart can hear
Blinded as she is now to
The static that clouds the sky
And lays waste to truth
Divine calling
Sacred songs- echoing until they
Find me
I lay upon the altar of my being
And wait to be taken

Journey to my foremothers

I was cold and I went down a dirty staircase
Coming up the other side I felt deary
Butterfly flew past me and birds
I wanted to find my grandmother
I wanted to understand how to heal
the relationship with my mom
Her mother was there
They showed me the unhappiness that lingered in the family
Grandmother senior had a cold and distant husband
And grandmother had an alcoholic
And mom had a cheater
And the anger that she felt
Shaped me, suffocated me
I was frightened and full of fear-
Collapsed under her dark cloud of anger

I understood that the pain she lived with lives with me too
The fear she felt from the cruelty of her parent’s toxicity
resides with me
And that I can heal my family line
By healing myself of this pain
My fore mothers are with me still
Shining a light even in darkness
Showing me another way

And it felt like popping and glowing
This release of energy, deep and profound
Healing- deep and releasing
I let go of old stored feelings trapped
Beneath… popping and dancing off my skin
And peace blossomed in the painful areas
As understanding shined through the darkness