I am from young love
Beautiful and short lived
I am from two homes
And long drives there and back
I am from my mother's dreams
That changed and became my own
I am from color and creativity
With a touch of darkness in between
I am from seventeen skirts
And head held high.
I am from change
And transitions that were hard
I am from bad choices
And many learned lessons
I am from compassion and understanding
When loved ones need it most
I am from new friendships
And old ones lost along the way
I am from new dreams
That are changing with the seasons
I am from pain and hardships
And a shoulder to cry on
I am from first love
Beautiful and growing
But where I'm from isn't done
For I too am still growing.
So lastly I'll say this
I am a book
Just at the start of being written.
