Tapestry of Time

I am the sounds of a million voices, rushing in my veins
I am the healing hands that studied Appalachian herbs
Pieces of a grandmother that roamed the forest floor, befriending the plants
Woman doctor called Witch!  
I am of stubborn defiant fabric which propels me forward
I come from artists and Kings and Queens
My ancestors long ago danced to the steady African rhythm that flowed from their joy
I come from sorrow
And I come from happiness
The Native running through the smell of pine and smoke
The French man pouring iron
The grandfather who loved to build
And the one who shared love of nature and rocks.

I am woven with the threads of saints and sinners
Thundering in my veins is the unwavering voice of the warrior and the clearly heard tip toes of meekness 

I am a mother.
A child.
A sister.
A wife.

My journey twists and turns weaving with darkness and light.
The shadows become saviors that elevate my soul
New vision a product of mistaken steps
Wisdom gained as my soul claws and soars

My own beat pulses more vibrantly 
Clarity grows
I am strong even when I feel weak
I am worthy of respect and love.

I am a tapestry weaved with the memories of time.
And yet I am a stray strand of thread that flies in the breeze, dancing in the movement, separate but apart. 

I am me.




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