A Grandmother’s Pain

I am consumed.

The pain and sorrow of innocence yet to be sears my soul.

Stop.

Feel these feels.

They are my feels. It is time to face them, acknowledge them. To weep.

This is contained in me and is connected to no one and yet connected to many.

One in isolation.

The ending of life. 

A life not yet ready to be.

I feel.

I feel the ancestors supporting me.

I feel their love.

I thought I was alone and adrift.

This is a falsehood.

I am connected now and know the depth of their love for me and mine.

My blood lineage.

So vital. So thick with wisdom, knowledge, love that transcends our understanding of it.

I step forth in my mind and the love seeps around my foot as one steps on rain soaked earth.

A new perspective.

A being released to wait until a new incarnation.

But not within my lineage.

Perspective. Isn’t it still my lineage as we are all brothers and sisters?