Coming of age

coming of age

Disruption in my head, blistering aches

Pain runs deep like the blood of my poor ancestors, on a boat with a quest to free land

Traits of storytelling pass down to me

My Native American roots lost in the circle of life

This misconnection with a piece

A disturbance in my soul weeps in a meadow; waiting

My mother cried, the tears of her mother, and I saw the depths of sorrow

The surface of the earth cracks with a vibration, a leap of faith, dust shattering down

A vision of what a mother sees crashes into me

Prospects of the future hold tight in the victory of sweet joy

Disabling function to freeze reality

Focus and not let the difficult impede

Settle upon society, embedded in us like it is to breed