• Sez Kristiansen

Ancestral Healing

Those crescent moon markings

upon your palm,

they tattoo your lifeline

with the unconscious

narrowing of your body.

Your past generations

still etch their

hurt upon your skin,

marking out their

territory of trauma

on the very hands

that were made to heal.

Open palms,

open heart,

open up to the possibility

of becoming a passage for hurt

not to find its way home

but a halfway house;

a place in-between

arrival and renewal.

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