Within My Blood
Within My Blood
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
The blood that runs through my veins,
is the echo of my ancestry,
thousands of lives all lived and spent,
surging through my mind and soul,
reminding me of whence I came,
the perils and the hardship,
the love and heart-filled bliss,
of so many of my own, fallen before me.
I sometimes hear their voices,
faint but decisive pleas,
from all that lived before this life,
their joys and pain and experience,
living within my flesh,
flowing like a primordial river,
the dark beginnings and stoic stands,
of my flesh and blood seeds.
How they resonate within me,
unknown souls that connect me,
to a family of beings who forged a path,
who stood before life and chose their fate,
lived with pride, lived with impropriety,
lived with oppression and imperfections,
and through it all, they now call to me,
give purpose and direction to my lonely path.
When I close my eyes I can see their faces,
aristocratic, warn and dishevelled,
elegant and pretty, talented and lowly,
all those people that could be,
woven into life like colored threads,
and I in that cauldron, the subtotal of them,
woven threads tight into the fabric of me,
what now I am all those lives after them.
My name forever resounds in my mind,
for all it means, and has meant in life,
and I salute them of the past, in my present,
all those who gave to me, myself.
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