Who do I see when I look in the mirror?
Do I have my mother's eyes?
My father's nose?

When I see my reflection,
how many generations, how many lives,
peer back at me?

What countries run through my veins?
What stories have joined to make me who I am?
What ghosts contribute to my story?

I will never never know where I am going
until I know where I have been.
A mystery to myself, trapped in the prison of my unfamiliar being.

Soon I will know.
Soon, the pieces will be laid before me
and slowly, I can piece the puzzle together.