This is a poem I wrote a while back when dealing with the death of my grandfather and loss in general. It is a meditation on purpose and legacy and rebirth. Though very spontaneously written and barely edited, I have come to believe it is worth sharing.

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Blood runs thick
It also runs deep
Through veins whose only wish
Is to sleep

In sleep we forget
In sleep we let go
We open our hearts and let
The blood flow

Outside ourselves
It finds new life
Thick and deep, where joy
Follows strife

In and out
Ebb and flow
Through a new set of veins
Awake now, we grow