Understanding Me

I sat there understanding me.
Touching the atmosphere on and around me.
The one spot no one knows about unless they stumble upon it...
rarely would it be possible; it takes so much to get close to me.
to touch me.
I find myself breathing separate from expectation
seminal
and
peculiar.

I am the new me wrapped in a love
I had never known of me

Overjoyed and free

Some twisted understanding
looks
beyond  revelation

I find feelings
loving the confidence I've gained
in knowing
my God
How He is my Father
How I know His love and protection...
His honesty
His consistence
How I know His care for me
that He takes swift and slow revenge for me

How I know my heritage
and what a generational curse is
and how to obliterate it
the importance of my name
the significance that My grandfather's name carries

Their struggle and sacrifice
My Boompa
His people
the Whiteclouds
cloud removed
until all their mangled legacy saw was white

All me
that I see and feel
as I stroke that part of my body
no one knows
that soothes a soul
torn
then
mended...
without worry
or misgivings
for I am celebrated by my Heavenly Father
and the
light He's
shone on my life
and stands erect,
tall,
proud,
and
still
inside of me.

I grow from it.