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.

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