I Am From

Every year, for the past four years, I've had to write an I Am From poem in school. This is the latest one. Out of all the poems I've written, I think that this is the one poem that represents all of me.

I am from a dead end occupied by scattered pot holes,

and a park sparkling with children’s laughter.

I am from sleepless nights,

and meaningless fights,

with friends who push forward,

while I always hold back.

I am from holidays at grandpa’s house,

enveloped in tension,

since the arrival of Lovely Linda.

I am from missing keys,

and mountains of emotions,

hidden deep behind locked doors.

I am from a plethora of books,

stacked against every spare wall.

I am from blaring music,

interlocked with lyrics of

heartache and deceit.

I am from singing at the top of my voice,

like fingernails on an unsuspecting chalkboard.

I am from Richard’s Rock,

and the carefully selected blossoms,

he  delivered to me.

I am from the familiar scent of homemade cookies,

and the aroma of the changing seasons.

I am from laying before the glorious stars,

and dreaming of better days.

I am from the desperate tears I have cried,

and eruptions of uncontrollable laughter.

I am from the lessons I have learned,

and the blissful moments I cling to.

I am from notebooks laced with

strategically crafted words,

of bitter memories and broken truths.

I am from the battered photograph,

that used to mean everything,

but is now shamefully hidden,

beneath pages tainted by hatred.

But most of all,

I am from the eternal faith drilled deep within my bones,

and the simple hope that one day I will break free.

Reviews

[carla]

that was really heart breaking and deep it is a part of what many of us are afraid to reveal
love it keep true and you'll go far