When The Day Meets The Night

Where I'm From

I am from the piano in the white room.
From musicians with broken dreams
and artist with mental problems.
I am from the stone walls and haunted halls.
(I never saw the ghost myself, just heard rumors.)
I am from the pecan trees.
The rose bushes,
Full of thorns and always left a bloody trial.
I am from going to only one side of the family for holidays
and stubbornness
From Elizabeth and Christopher.
I am from the home alone on sick days
And big, unreachable dreams.

From "talk louder!"
And "beauty is pain."
I'm from church once every two years and
"What's our religion again?"
I'm from Mexico and Puerto Rico.
From the move to America
From abandonment.
I am from musicians and artist who never made it.
I am from giving up.
I am from darkness with little light shining through.