My Poems

where I'm from

I'm from a glistening glass bottle.
From the shore of a beach with works cooling in and out, protecting the message inside.
I am from the taste of metal on rail road tracks.
That reminds me of when I was a more happy child.

I am from the yelling and screaming of my divided guardians.
Just watching my mother's transparent tears fall nonstop.
Feeling useless under the hatred and disappointment in my fathers eyes towards me.

I am from the laughter if the other children.
For being different than them.
I'm from the constant pain in my chest
Warning me that something is missing.
To the hidden cries and silent screams.
I'm from the graphite of my pencil.
Drawing and writing poetry.
And the camera on my dresser.
Waiting to capture special moments in time.

I'm from the rainy cloud that drags itself above me.
From those dark distant days.
That no one is there to comfort me.
Always faking my smile when others ask
"Are you okay?" Or, "Come here."
Pretending to be happy like nothing is really wrong.
Trying to remember from the blurs of times when I really was.

I am these moments
When being yourself isn't right.
And having to struggle to remember what anything feels like.