Some days I feel like the break in the bloodline
like everything before me was strength
and everything in me is chaos.
I carry confusion like itâs my name,
mistakes like theyâre stitched into my skin,
if Iâm the one it all finally falls apart on.
it doesnât feel guided.
It feels loud, messy, unfinished
like Iâm moving with no map,
I am not just someoneâs descendant.
I am someoneâs beginning.
There are names that donât exist yet
resting quietly in my future,
people who will look like me,
in ways I will never fully understand.
through whatever I choose now.
Through how I heal or donât.
Through what I break or rebuild.
Through the way I survive this.
So even when I feel like Iâm failing,
like Iâm too lost to lead anything
are bloodlines waiting for direction
I havenât figured out yet.
And maybe I donât need to be perfect.
Maybe I just need to not give up
someone will stand where I once stood,
and the only reason they make it through
You are a long line of âalmost ended hereâ