Fragments of tiny bone
hidden in the microscopic shells
pieces of my ancestors
and their life force.
In snow & soot,
in falling rain,
fractals of their evolution
cover me.
In the roots of ancient trees
and the sands
of the oldest deserts.
They wave at me
in their spirit form
from their oasis.
In castle walls
and buried secrets.
In rivers that divide lands,
their energy flows.
They are everywhere,
all at once.
Protecting, guiding,
reminding me of who I am.
Pinpointing exactly where I came from,
and every battle fought to get here.
I am thousands of stories,
written into a novel of humanity.
A dictation of my ancestry.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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