My Legacy

My ancestors came here long ago Tough and strong not weak But somewhere down along the line Something went terribly wrong And now I have to sit here and deal with my legacy Of not what I thought it would be Not where I choose to be right now The legacy that’s me. I can’t escape the past The memories seem to last Of the horrors of what has come before The graveyard is the place I can see it on my face My family’s legacy of suicide is haunting me. My generational legacy Is it going to kill me Or will it just let sleeping dogs lie And allow me to exist Will it allow me to just to see The me that I am meant to be To live beyond my years To grow beyond the tears To handle all my fears To defy what could have been My legacy. (November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved