Monday, November 21, 2011

The Me That I Am


Fusion fission, universe constructed
Primordial puddle of chemicals.
Striving for life in the air no longer bound to salt water.
Long line of ancestors struggle to self-awareness,
struggle to art and society.
War upon war, men to crops, crops to men
European social constructs
German precision, Irish determination to survive
Grandfathers misted in time carry our DNA to a new world.
Oh Canada, so strong, so free.
Wealth by virtue of birthplace.
Maternal love, naive yet kind,
Paternal harsh fear,
both broken yet weld the next generation
Peers and burdens to good and evil
Every book that I read and understand.
Television sending my mind in too many directions.
Every voice that I hear, every soul that touches me
The love of a Great woman,
good and beautiful hearts of my young.
My inner spirit, forever pushing and controlling
The acts of kindness I pursue,
acts of kindness that are bestowed upon me.
The strength to reflect and examine the me that I am.


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