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 itโs my name,
mistakes like theyโre stitched into my skin,
if Iโm the one it all finally falls apart on.
it doesnโt feel guided.
It feels loud, messy, unfinished
like Iโm moving with no map,
I am not just someoneโs descendant.
I am someoneโs beginning.
There are names that donโt 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 donโt.
Through what I break or rebuild.
Through the way I survive this.
So even when I feel like Iโm failing,
like Iโm too lost to lead anything
are bloodlines waiting for direction
I havenโt figured out yet.
And maybe I donโt 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 โalmost ended hereโ