Standing in the middle of the heat soaked field, <br />I can feel everything roaming inside of me. <br />The strength of my father, the demon. <br />The elegance of my mother, the witch. <br />Together they form inside my soul, <br />Creating a rhythm, playing like an orchestra, <br />In complete harmony. <br />The union of the blood lines. <br />The creation of a child, of the child. <br />Special, unique, powerful. <br />I haven’t moved my feet for a while, <br />As if locked in a trance, fixed. <br />Glued to the floor as my destiny is being created. <br />Creating it from me, my blood. <br />Mixing the elements given by each half of me. <br />My father’s blood, honour, courage and strength. <br />My mother’s blood, passion, grace and love. <br />An unstoppable combination. <br />When I am at my most powerful, <br />When my blood is complete, <br />I will be my true self. <br />I will be free. <br />And no one on earth will stop me.<br /><br />Rachel Brewer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-lines-3/
