It's This

meh.

I'm from the lilacs which hang...

  their essence over the place..

where I always felt safe.

I'm from the little girl of four...

who cried when she finally realized..

super heros were only an urban legend.

I'm from the country house..

where lazy days flowed with the hammock..

and where thunder stormed its way down a mountain side.

I'm from the cosmo of emotions..

drowning my heart as I'm forced to say goodbye..

to my very best friend.

I'm from the friends who held onto..

the threads of hope while their lives..

split and tumbled apart.

I'm from the exhaustion and heat..

of seeing the end to this three mile race as adrenaline unleashes..

and their cheers fuel the fire that brings me to life.

I'm from the late night terrors..

of running through dark halls..

and taking a leap of faith into my bed no ninjas will get me tonight.

I'm from the childhood forgotten..

When the boogey man was the scariest thing..

Rather than someone you thought you could depend on.

I'm from the music that moves my feet..

which electrafies my veins..

in a wave of pulsing ecstasy.

I'm from the innocence you see..

in those photographic memories..

those memories which faded away.

I'm from the little girl..

I thought I lost..

all those years agao.

I'm from this thing..

It's this thing called hope..

It's the reason I'm still alive.

And it's the reason..

I'll never give up.

No matter how things change..

or what memories come to fade..

Hope- it's the thing that guides your way.

 

Author's Note

so yeah.