ancestor poem: October 2026

 I am a cycle breaker

I weave self love into the fabric of my words

And they are the spells I cast, to unlock the way to healing for my ancestors that were imprisoned in subjugation, oppression and fear.

I am a cycle breaker

I am brave for the ancestors in me who couldn’t speak when they lived, whose voices caught in their throats and trembled when the sound escaped their lips

Who were forced into silence and were expected to be compliant

At the horrific moments that ripped their innocence from them

I am a cycle breaker

One of many who my ancestors prayed for, I keep the loving lonely ones alive in my cells

I share the beating heart in my chest, I give them space to breathe and rest.

Space to breathe and rest.

I am a cycle breaker

I will watch the chaos of the storm

And let it all pass through me, leaving

Droplets of reassurance and thoughtfulness

I am a cycle breaker

Earth and water and blood coursing through

Fire lighting the way on the radiant path

Air is the holy breath

In and out and all around