Just imagine for a moment that you are carrying everything that has been unspoken by your ancestors. What if you are the alchemist of all these experiences?
Truth... a fault line to build your pale eggshell house on,
and now that I’ve begun to grow old
I can finally see that I was
never quite able to grow up.
You may travel or dance or sing instead of writing through your pain, but know what you need and go about incorporating it into your gorgeous new story.