In a symphony of souls, I honor my ancestral line,
A tapestry woven through time, with threads both strong and fine.
From grandfathers to great-grandfathers, their spirits intertwine,
Their essence coursing through my veins, a legacy divine.
Though some I've never known, their presence I embrace,
Their unseen hands have shaped my path, their love a guiding grace.
And you, dear Father, stand as patriarch so grand,
The seed you sowed in fertile soil, a life you held in hand.
In Mother's womb, a miracle unfurled,
A blossom born from love's embrace, a precious gift to the world.
For this, I offer gratitude, my heart ablaze with glee,
To walk this earthly plane, a soul set free.
As I delve into your story, your struggles come to light,
The tapestry of our lives unfolds, in shades of dark and bright.
I see the pain you bore, the burdens you concealed,
And understand the paths we've trod, the lessons we revealed.
In every instance, every twist and turn,
A purpose lay embedded, a lesson to be learned.
Even the moments etched with pain, the wounds that left their scars,
Held within them seeds of growth, guiding me to the stars.
No longer do I see you solely as my father, but as a man,
A vessel shaped by trials, a spirit etched with plan.
I see the men who came before, their stories now unfurled,
Their triumphs and their failings, a reflection of our world.
The projections and yearnings of my childhood fade away,
As I embrace the men I meet, with hearts both strong and gray.
No longer seeking validation, their approval or their praise,
I find my worth within myself, through sunlit days and haze.
In seeking validation's light, I lost my inner guide,
A symphony of self-doubt, where fears and insecurities reside.
I sought outside what lay within, a treasure yet unknown,
A wellspring of resilience, a strength that's all my own.
It's in the tapestry of our lives, the threads that intertwine,
That I find the path to healing, where peace and solace shine.
The stories of our ancestors, their pain and their release,
Become the stepping stones I climb, to find my inner peace.
I let go of blame and guilt, the burdens they once held,
Their choices and their consequences, stories yet untold.
I honor their journeys, their paths both dark and bright,
Without judgment or resentment, I step into the light.
With every step I take towards healing, towards you, dear Dad,
I open up to the sacredness of the masculine, no longer clad
In layers of judgment or disdain, but seen with compassion's eye,
A force of strength and tenderness, where true self does not lie.
I look upon you, Father, and see the men who came before,
Their spirits intertwined as one, a lineage I adore.
I honor them, their struggles and their might,
Their resilience in the face of darkness, their unwavering light.
I look upon your story, the chapters etched in time,
And understand the tapestry of life, its intricate design.
I see the sorrows you endured, the wounds that left their trace,
And with empathy, I hold them close, embracing every space.
I look upon the challenges you faced, the dreams that went astray,
And in my heart, I heal those wounds, where shadows used to play.
For in your eyes, I see myself, the masculine within,
And as I gaze with compassion, a healing light begins.
From this day forward, I embrace the man I am to be,
Authentic, true, and loving, a soul set wild and free.
In every beat of my heart, the masculine resides,
A force of power and compassion, where my true essence hides.
Father, my love for you transcends all earthly bounds,
A bond that time can never sever, in love's eternal rounds.
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