My Guides

My blood pumps,

The blood of my ancestors,

Carrying with it

Genetic codes,

Specific messages

For me alone.

Warriors, explorers,

Immigrants and developers

They all were,

And are a part of me.

While I grow,

I learn and form my own,

Using the messages left behind;

As a guide,

But not as instructions.

What kicks in,

In this journey of life, of mine,

Are the instincts from within.

From one generation

To the next

We all leave a part of us behind.

It’s up to me to decide

What that will be…

With the amount I give

In this journey

Of life, of mine.