I Am From ~ Poem

~I Am From~

I was from happy memories,

Light and laughing, warm and free.

I was from silly older brother,

Loving father, happy mother.

I was from the loving licks of the family dog,

His frisky mind full free of fog.

I was from splashing through the puddles of Seattle.

Splattered mud so fresh upon my skin.

I was from the crisp October air,

The wind rushing through my hair.

I was from sugar highs and friends.

This happiness should never end.

But then....

I am from walking in

Upon my parents

Interrupting

Awful din. (These walls are far too thin.)

I am from hopelessly watching

As the dog I loved

Walked into the wall,

Again and again.

I am from standing by the deathbed

Of dear Grandma

As she left,

And said goodbye.

I am from crying as

The dog who held his shoulders high

Was made to let go of his mind

And die.

I am from family,

I am from heart.

I am from people

Torn apart.

I am from siblings torn in between homes

Confused completely...

I am from questions asked, day to day,

"Where do I belong?"

I am from chaos

And disorder

Constants made to change

In every way.

I am from playing teacher,

Listening to a prattling preacher.

Opening up my mouth to

Let me sing.

I am from music strung together

Every note will have its place.

Everything where it should be

Except for me?

I am from dreams of

Far off places.

From words written

On pages.

I am from pen and ink

And books.

They set me

Free.

I was from happy memories,

Light and laughing, warm and free.

I am from ever binding heart break,

And cold reality.