On Shadows

There’s Shadows on my Spirit, there’s Shadows on my Soul,
there’s Shadows on my heart that make me feel less whole..
The early generations; the ones who came before
they released those Shadows when they opened wide the door.
The Shadows were released right here, in this very land;
was it incidental or genocide well planned?
It doesn’t really matter, the results are just the same;
there’s blood upon my history, there’s blood upon my name.
The stain will stay a part of me until I do atone,
explaining to the Shadows just how we have now grown.
Atoning for what has been done; to be at one with all.
Finding paths that will help those old barriers to fall.
We can’t undo what has been done so many years ago
but we can now accept those wrongs and live within the flow.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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