In shadows cast by life's design,
A secret harbored concealed in time.
My mother's truth taken to the grave,
Secrets whispered to silent waves.
I am her forbidden mystery,
A fragment of taboo history.
Conceived in silence, a stranger’s embrace,
A tryst unspoken, woven in space.
In tangled threads of life's tapestry,
I find my soul’s complexity.
Not family blood that flows within,
But a blend of choices, a web of sin.
A hidden lineage, a bond unknown,
A silent journey from which I've grown.
I keep no secrets, will not be bound,
By truths unspoken, yet profound.
An echo of the past, I stand,
A drop of water, the ripples expand.
My mother's gift, both burden & boon,
This secret sings a mournful tune.
I am the fruit of hidden grace,
The jewel created in a veiled embrace.
Her secret's shadow & my mother’s wrath,
In her depths, I find a path.
Generations of pain, woven through years,
Her own mother’s secrets & unspoken fears.
Concealed in her womb, patterns repeat
By the weaver of life, the tapestry’s complete.



Wow wow wow wow. What an incredible ode to the mystery of your genes!