I am more than myself,
I am all of my ancestors made into one.
Every witch burnt at the stake,
every farmer bled out for grain,
every fallen crown and sigil stained-
I am here.
I am what remains of a thousand years,
an uncertain unknown of a legacy,
countless tears and triumphs and unfulfilled fears.
I am how the dead survive.
Their ghosts possess my bones and steady my breath;
they calm my heart and settle my endless longings.
They swear on the countless stars in the sky,
I am you, and you are me.
We are never on our own.
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enigma
Poesíapoems that attempt to provide an insight into the enigma that is my mind as I splinter myself between realities, trying to make sense of the world around me -- I write of all my feelings, all my thoughts. Everything I experience and suffer, everythi...
