A presence of barely noticeable strands
Holding me in place
When the storm rages
When the nights grow too dark
When grief claws at my soul
When pain tears me apart
Their presence a beacon of light
Finally I walk the double-helix
Into the darkest shadowed past
Into the garden of blood and bone
Not all who have passed
Were diamonds who shone
And I have faced these scars
Down in the darkness alone
I am of your blood and you are in my bones
And I won’t carry your night into the known
Like a swaying lantern growing large
Is ancestral guidance in the dark
Poetry by Nathalie 