I heard the voices of my ancestors
Rising up and wondering if their lives
Still had any worth beyond the veil.
I listened to their cries as shame
Ripped through fragments of their souls.
Fatigued from their self pity,
I tore apart the realms in search of every grace
Afforded to them from lifetimes of learning
And lay every speck of light at their feet.
I screamed at them to open their eyes and their hearts.
I shook their spirits until they could feel
How my own unworthiness was healed
From all the strength and love they gave to me.