I am from glasses and converse shoes,
from chess games with grandpa and squirt gun tag with my older sister.
I am from the snow piled up on the deck against the door, I am from the pine trees and buttercup flowers who's yellow leaves I always thought were bees when I looked too quickly.
I am from watching monsters inc every night as a little kid and always being frightened by it.
I'm from the quiet kids and the "too many book readers."
From "be happy!" and "why are you so happy?"
I am from family arguments and sick family members.
I am from smiles and tears,
From never quite believing I could do it.
I am from passions that were never quite good enough,
From learning it didn't really matter what others thought.
I am from growing up, and learning to move on.
I am from being talked over and learning to raise my voice.
I am from making friends, being ignored and forgotten and learning that new people would come along.
I am from.
YOU ARE READING
drabbles
General Fiction•drabble: a short work of fiction of around one hundred words in length, not necessarily including the title; the purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space•
