My Poem Book

I Am From

I am from pencils,

To stories unwritten,

From showy forests, lush and green,

to a hidden point of view.

I'm from trembling in shyness, looking at a roaring crowd,

To showing a hidden bravery.

From relating to animals, big and small,

To struggling with friends, and family.

I'm from the soft hot dunes, that roll like the cool ocean,

to fresh tasting streams and ponds that barely make a ripple.

I'm from long remembered books,

To new released movies.

From fresh-smelling sun showers and colorful rainbows,

To an empty blue sky.

I'm from guilt and sadness,

To love and forgiveness.

From arguing with family,

To not having to be right,

I'm from wanting exotic names,

To loving my own.

I'm from all of these things,

A little different from the rest,

But in the end,

Aren't we all?