Heritage

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Heritage

The first rays of the dawn,
Brighten and color the horizon
My soul maidenly awakes,
breaking through a new age.

For so many years, the path indicated
To those who came in pain
exhausted, burdened and caged
by their self-imposed restraints.

Could I hardly imagine
that time would also charge,
the debts, faults and delays
to my awaiting fate?

I am the heir of a rare lineage,
not blood made,
but ancestrally placed,
a soul carved heritage.

With its own voice
it has claimed
for inception and generation,
for free, frantic reverberation.

In the roots of my core
it has silently rested
the authetic source
of my immortal self.

In the depths of my viscera
grows a dancing star,
a brute mass of creativity and talent
a pure potential of untouched taste.

It consumes my mind
It burns my heart
And all my body asks
for its birth, for its rise.

Nevertheless,
There is no birth without death
This is the law of the Universe.
And I need to drop all that I have.

At the border of a new life I have arrived,
There is no hide,
There is no safety on the other side,
I am leaving it all behind.

I am going naked, virgin, sacred.
As I first came into this world.
I am diving into the unknown
From the cliff of my built knowledge.

I am the heir of a rare lineage,
not blood made,
but ancestrally placed,
a soul carved heritage.

Through the waters of chaos I am sailing
Half blind, half awake
I am closing both eyes,
So I can seek with my third.

I am going naked, virgin, sacred.
The heir of a rare lineage
ready to come into
my soul carved heritage.

By MissKhaosland

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