A Parent's Legacy

Where am I from and

Who am I if not

A product of my 

Parents who exist as a product 

Of their own.

Am I their void,

Their path to live on

After death?

Am I as a being 

A legacy 

A being of legacy

Their legacy

What am I meant to do

After they become dust and

The only part of them alive left is 

The part that is in me?

Is what they left enough?

What did they leave behind?

What is engraved in my memory

That is not me but instead their legacy

And who am I?

What blemishes of my past

Are now permanently a

part of me?

And what 

Beauty in my life is thanks to them? 

And what part of them is instilled in me

Why am I blessed with the burden of being 

Their legacy?