I reach back to the pastIn search for answersFrom childhood to my later youthI wander, aimlessly, or so it seemsGuided by those nearbyAnd further stillClose family and far-flung cousinsInfluences, all the sameFriends through life or just a seasonClinging to each momentSecrets hidden, or perhaps revealedEarning trustA shielded world was my experienceNot complete, but protectedEnoughWrapped in the knowledge of the CreatorSilently watching or actively directingAll the pain, suffering, death, and destructionExposed, but not a fearful stanceRaised against the mighty waveSails bent most severelyYet we live onA family tree with scars and troubleOnly less so when we hide the truthNot that humanity…