The Spirit Guide(s)
A girl, raised to have the mindset of creative liberty,
bred with the blood of Indians and the spirit of Mother
left to wonder the world;
mind flaring with ideas, corrections
Aimlessly guided by the shadows brought into her life
Unfortunately-
she took some time to break down what she knew was inside
but in her mind, she knew it was time.
You see,
That girl I knew had chances, opportunities
to find that light she knew she couldn’t hide;
For the seams she had sewn couldn’t sow a destiny for much longer-
it beat with her, the thump of her valves in sync with the soul she hasn’t uncovered
it hovered over her mind, yet unlike wine it hadn’t aged with time;
she felt the pull of her roots, mocking her of her line-
of the disappointment she was bound to unwind.
However this girl had noticed that her words caused sparks;
her wisdom gained through lives well spent with Mother
was something far greater than the fate predetermined for her;
she knew that in those roots was a new destiny waiting to be
discovered by hands who knew what it meant to be unearthed.
That's when she knew a legacy was waiting to be written,
one that would quell the soul longing to bust free
That’s when I knew, that girl is me.