I am from the sand between your toes on the beach,
From the peak of a mountain,
High above the clouds where the sun always shines.
I am from rich, strawberry ice cream,
After a long day of biking.
I am from the snow that reaches up to your knees,
On a beautiful winter day,
As snowflakes catch on your eyelashes and cascade around you.
I remember the dirt cakes made from crushed Oreo's
And gummy worms for my brother's birthdays.
I remember the restaurant with schnitzel where my family used to eat.
I remember getting each pet,
And how some died in my arms,
Yet others still remain.
I remember vacuuming fur from the floors and the furniture,
And constantly using lint-rollers on our clothes.
I remember cuddles and face-smooshing.
I remember the queen mosquito,
Drifting slowly over the firepit
As if in a trance —
While I held a burnt marshmallow on a stick —
Friends and family by my side,
All happily mingling.
It was music, and band.
It was best friends, and long nights.
It was sore arms and chops,
And looking up at my brother in wonder and pride,
And wishing I could do what he does, too — so I did.
It was bright smiles and silly giggles,
And great accomplishments.
It was Sarah, and her smiles,
And her gift of true friendship.
I can still feel the rugburns from Jump-in,
A place with blow-up slides, and trampolines.
I can still feel the warmth on my skin,
From that day in winter when the sun shone,
As if it were spring.
I can still feel how my heart broke,
When my mother told me she was divorcing my father.
I can still feel the hope inside my soul,
When I met my step-father,
And how it shattered me
When I realized how unstable —
How manipulative he really was.
I can still feel the tears and the heartache,
And the flood of worry and protectiveness,
I harness for my sister.
I can still feel the relief
Intermingled with saddened longing,
When we finally left.
Now we have Ben,
Who came from a world of betrayal and hurt,
Just like us.
Now we have humor-filled dinners,
Where we eat crab-legs and duck,
All seeing who can burp the loudest burp.
Now we have family,
Hugs,
And movie-nights in our theater-like bonus room.
Now we have love, and pride,
And connections through music.
Now we have happiness.
Today, I am happy. Today, I look back at my past without regret.
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Unprofessional Poems
PoetryJust poems that were written by a teenager who does really know what she's doing. Please read. I promise they're not terrible- just unprofessional, and sometimes kind of angsty.
