The Awakening

I've had my face pressed into the mud

the souls of my ancestors

pounding in my blood

when I lifted my up my pride

and replaced it with love

my ancestors watch me from above

I hope they see who I've become

and admire me for my ability

to apologize to someone

when I've done them wrong

when my calling card

was to run

from each and every problem

I want to be the best version of myself

when I see the red of my blood

I hope to climb out of this conundrum

the place where my heart

and this poem become one