A/N:This poem was inspired by George Ella Lyon
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I’m from a small town,
One secluded from the rest.
I’m from places where the mud was so deep,
And the sky so blue..
I’m from small beginnings,
A place where I once thought I could overcome everything-
but then fell deep.
I’m from crab apples that stung my tongue.
Ones that’d make your eyes water-
but be addicting,
nonetheless.
I’m from a place where even the purest of angels,
Have knives gripped in their hands.
I’m from places where people grip to their ladders,
Attempting to never fall.
I’m from places where smells fill the air-
Some bad,
Some good,
Some deceiving...
I’m from many places,
But the past- is the past,
The only one who can change your future-
Is you.
Made on: Monday, September 14th. 2020
6:28pm. (Est)
