“Generations”

Blood tainted and born into chains, Raised in the wreckage I did not create. Forced to carry demons not my own, And pay for sins that were never mine to begin with. I learned from a young age how to hate, and how not to trust, how to shut others out before they could leave first, how to turn pain outward so it would not rot inside me. I was taught survival disguised as strength— to put myself first, to make others pay for wounds I did not understand, that they did not cause to manipulate what I feared losing, to control what I could not safely love. The pain consumed me, ate me alive. The bitterness became poison in my veins. Unforgiveness became razor blades in my chest I bled now in chains of my own making I built my own prison, one I could not escape . Till a light cut through the darkness A calm gentle voice through the screams Calling me out of the darkness Telling me I, of all people, could be redeemed, saved, healed Nail-scarred hand that did not flinch away from my wounds Eyes that looked at me with love instead of hatred and condemnation With a love I had never before known