Those Who Came Before

They’re Never Really Gone

Photo by Elijeh Hiett on Unsplash

I feel them in the morning,
The whispers of the ancestors,
Those who came before,
Inform me of their presence.

They come because I welcome them
Deep into my ancient heart,
The lessons taught, the truth they learned
Are mine, I yearn to listen.

Alone I am exposed to
The vulnerabilities of naivete,
I stumble into every trap,
Then remember — I’m not alone.

Every lesson ever learned,
Is mine but for the yearning,
To them I turn attention to,
Well before day’s dawning.