Bones are only reminders of what we aren’t.
Bones are the beauty that is left
For those we love after we are gone.
Bleached white and burned down to essences
Like our souls, no longer seen.
Like our souls too, they are timeless
But carry the marks
That time has made on us.
Family is inescapable.
Family is where we come from,
Who we are with on the way,
And where we will arrive.
Family is the smallest country,
The lasting nation, the movable home.
Invisible bonds are made visible.
Debts and regrets, protections and transgressions,
The families that we don’t choose,
And the ones that we do,
Make us who we are.