Swelter, Clenched Fists and a beating of heat
An inheritance I'm told I've adopted through dominant genetics
Scolding, accompanied by forewarning whispers: "Don't be like him."
For he was a firestarter, a white knuckler with gasoline for words and matches for actions
The business of the men before me have been born into, men after me expected to do
My palms have once burned the same as theirs, but time passes and I shed these layers of legacies
The chain breaks and I venture down unmanned roads
Paving paths undamaged, leaving beauty and growth in place of destruction
Signs, a calming in the midst of a storm
Realization, I am not the ones who have come before me, i do not breathe out chaos.