A Page Anew

Where I am From

I'm from a life of belongings in suitcases,

and movings every month.

I'm from the tiny walk-in closets

Where I could hide away and read all alone;

Where I could hide myself in another world, far away,

Along with my fears that would come and go.

I'm from bowling alleys and snacks so plastic

You would feel it for days to come.

I'm from paper dresses and concerts on couches,

Where the only audience was the echoes.

I'm from "it's all gonna be alright" and,

"how are we going to fix this."

I'm from a family so uptight they could make me laugh,

Anytime, anywhere,

So hard, my stomach hurt.

Even when doors were shutting in our faces.

I'm from a world that never stops, never walks,

Only runs right past.

I'm from different people, different faces,

Each one sparks a unique emotion.

I'm from roller coasters jerking at every turn,

Only in the end to slow down just enough,

So I could take everything in,

and enjoy the ride.