Where I'm From
I was from broken doors, walls and floors.
I was from brown, brittle grass,
crunching beneath my feet.
I was the few, almost grey leaves,
helplessly clinging on to the life,
Of the once marvelously green tree.
I was from dark sorrowful skies,
and unhappy stars.
From tearful nights.
I was from a vast want,
To be whole again.
I was from his anger and frustration,
From a fear as strong as his grip.
I was from the snap in his brain,
From the cause of my pain.
I was from his harsh tongue, (It's silver blade cut like fire.)
I am now from healing.
And a new life,
I was from my past.
I am now from my strength.
*Inspired by George Ella Lyon’s “Where I Am From”