[ I can make meaning from my suffering, and the suffering of my family.
If the same cycles continued, what would have our experiences been?
Unnoteworthy? The status quo? The standard? … Acceptable?
I will not be quiet. ]
The love I give, is a reciprocation of the world’s.
And the love I receive, a reciprocation of my own.
Let love reflect, rekindle & rejuvenate our spirit.
Let it give us wings, and empower us to soar.
Let us sow the seeds of hope, wherever our path leads.
Let us build our garden in the sun,
and laugh, play & dance into the night.
We can cry in reflection, reminiscing on the ebbs & flows.
Let the spirit embrace it all, for that is love.
And it is love, that has the power to lift us.
Love that has the power to heal.
Love that has the power to break the chains.
Love that guides us towards the light.
I can heal, by allowing love to radiate through my being -
then I will be in it’s light, radiating it outwardly.
If I can give pure, unconditional love -
I am giving others the opportunity that I was bestowed.
I have healed family.
I have seen my influence slowly unfold.
Seen the possibilities,
ripped them from callous clutches,
held their heads above water,
guided them into the light,
shown how to build from solid ground.
And they now begin to fly.
And the weight on my shoulders,
of carrying my family,
is slowly lifted.
They are strong.
They are healthy.
My plan worked.
I succeeded.
The intergenerational trauma,
ended with me.
I resisted you.
I surpassed you.
I stood like a soldier before you,
and methodically defanged you.
The grotesque monster,
of barbs, fangs, claws, bile and
other atrocities collected in it’s rolling gait -
no more.
Underneath it all, but myself.
A memory and reminder -
I need only look at these scars.