Woven Life Poem by Annalee Somerville

In the tapestry of time, each thread intertwines,
With the essence of ancestors, through the bloodlines.
A life unique, a path self-chosen,
Through trials and tribulations, yet unbroken.
From the depths of despair, where love was scarce,
A spirit resilient, refusing to be ensnared.
The red rocky road, rugged and steep,
Became the crucible, where strength was reaped.
The past, a heavy cloak, woven with pain,
Yet, from its fibers, wisdom to gain.
Native blood, a river of stories untold,
Of guilt, of shame, but also of courage bold.
From the ashes of the past, a new form rises,
No longer bound by the old disguises.
A phoenix in flight, on wings of change,
Embracing the future, vast and strange.
So let the loom of life weave its dance,
For in every ending, there's a chance.