I am from trees;
From the no-longer existent paper birch that was once near the driveway
To the vibrant sugar maple in the woods out back.
I am from sea foam and surf;
From salt and chlorine,
Always moving, gently rocking.
I am from the dirt and holes in my younger pants,
Made fresh every day in a crazy new adventure.
I am from leaves,
In all of their red and gold glory,
Falling to the dance of autumn.
I am from snowflakes
Intricate patterns delicately falling from a lined silver sky.
I am from hospital beds;
From ambulances and medications
And that one little white pill,
The one that tasted like iron death.
I am from titanium;
From rods and screws.
I am from pain and exhaustion,
From scars that will linger and memories that will never go away.
I am from blood and bones;
From toil and tears;
From laughed with and laughed at;
From friends and feelings.
I am from the memories that make me,
The ones that make me happy, mad, sad, and all the colors of in between.
When I look back, back, and further,
I see not only me and myself,
But the memories and photos
Which I sift through like sand.
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