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Embracing the Black Sheep Within

ESCAPING FROM THE MATRIX OF MY LINEAGE


Round and round,

The circle continues,

Cycling through destruction

Heartache.

Trauma.

Imprints on my soul,

Wounds through my heart.


Mother, father,

Son, daughter...

Over and over,

In and out,

Never ending,

Never ceasing.

It seeps into my fabric,

Into my existence.

Poisoning my mind,

Twisting my love.


The patterns go unwitnessed,

Melding together,

Melting into one another.

No longer distinct,

They become one,

Messy,

Muddy,

Without form or shape,

Without substance ,

Lost in each other,

Forgotten in chaos.


Sweet surrender!

Save me from this torture!

Lift me from the quicksand,

From this curse...

Help me to escape,

To step off the merry-go-round

To fly!

To be free!

Help me end this cycle!


For me,

For my sons,

For their sons,

For my lineage.

I am ready!