Insecure

Upon my tearstained face from the trauma

is a twisted countenance, of pain endured,

and wreckage recorded from these places I have been.

The insecurity of bloodlines hidden from me

tunneling in my brain, tormenting my heart,

and tearing apart my mind...I am alone 

in this place, and I rest, but I refuse to submit to the fate

which brought me here to this place.

I stand on the seashore because the she never remembers,

but she doesn't wash away my pain either,

just hypnotizes me with her music, the pain to return

in a moment, for it is never far away.

Those with no understanding, cannot fathom 

that which I bear, this invisible cross, wearing me down...

but I have a destiny with you, I am coming even now, 

in this sadness of resting, the crushing weight of my 

loneliness without you, but when I find you,

I will never be insecure again, because I will know

where I've come from, I will know 

who belongs to me, and who I belong to as well,

the bloodlines revealed in a victory that would never lose 

its sweetness one day will come

and we will dance having been reunited in joy.