Genesis of Jacob (NaPoWriMo 12/30)
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On the pink moon
I left behind
a dozen years
of instability
A tribe was born
for every year
I tossed insanity
into the forge
Each tribe
presented a gift
rising from
these sacrifices
My darkness
illuminated
by the rising sun
of Reuben
My walls
excavated
through subterfuge
of Simeon
My heart
protected
through vision
of Levi
My weakness
absolved
via the lion’s heart
of Judah
My justice
calibrated
through the scales
of Dan
My kindness
liberated
by the doe
of Naphtali
My community
connected
with the tents
of Gad
My peace
harvested
within the olives
of Asher
My universe
explored
through observations
of Issachar
My finances
supplemented
by the travels
of Zebulon
My dreams
realized
through many prophecies
of Joseph
My sacrifices
rationed
through the appetite
of Benjamin
From my indiscretions
From my sacrileges
From my lamentations
From my transgressions
I become the Genesis
in which my evolution
tells me that Jacob
is who I must be
I await the Exodus
in which my revolution
tells me that Israel
is who I must embody
I am the healing force
who dwells
in gardens
inherently nourished
I am the poet
who has survived
long enough
to scribe his legacy
