I Am From

September 7, 2015

I am born from my mother's gentle touch

I am from my father's way with words

I am from a bird's song and bare feet running through tall grass in the spring

I inhale my mother's bosom

and exhale my father's cooking on the grill

My lungs are filled with my grandfather's musky cologne

and the smell of waffles in the morning

I shed tears for injured animals and the death of a loved one

Shouts of joy escape my lips

for good music, friends, or just a really good book

My hands get lost in my mother's hair

with acrylic paint still shoved under the fingernails

I'll push away the darkness of rejection and spiders so that I can bask in the light of contentment

I vow that I will be from joy, love, and growth

because I hold the reigns to my own destiny

I belong to myself

I am my own

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