Where I'm From

I am from fear. From empty beer bottles and cans. I am from the mother who didn't want me (unprepared, scared, she gave me away). I am from a broken past, from memories I can't escape. I'm from a handprint and a semicolon.

I'm from the war between depression and motivation, self consciousness and social anxiety. I am from emptiness and lonliness. I am from promises broken, hopes and dreams unspoken. I am from trust given too easily and broken too quickly.

I'm from the 3 C's of life, from the support of a family not connected by blood. I am from the little girl across the street from her birth until now. I am from the joyful yet heavy burden of always being her role model, from a childhood passed too fast.

I am from piano lessons and recitals, from the joy of learning a new song on the cello. I am from the peace, calm, and freedom that only the sweet sound of music can bring.

In my mind, there is a room filled with memories of the past, mistakes and promises all the same. I am from these memories. The memories that made me.