There is a collective pain
A bleary faucet that flows
Spiritual hand me downs
Into our hearts and souls
Born empty and open
Waiting to be filled
As the pain begins to drip
From one ancestor
To the next. To the next.
The unhealed wounds
Broken and bleeding
Into you and me
Into all of us
HASTYWORDS 
“Spiritual hand me downs “ what a perfect description!
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And none of the hand me downs come with a warning label.
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Profound! This is what I’m healing. Thank you for describing it so well.
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