I Am From

I am from an imprison mind of bottle up thoughts that insecurities deny. I am from smoked lungs, deep breaths and flickers of stress. I am from a sorrow thought, a wrecked of regret with a nicked heart. I am from waves of mistaken hate. Only crashes of restrain pain cause by my classmates. I am from salty water rushing down speckles of sands on my crushed face. I am from a silence in my voice and a yearning to cry out my rejoice. I am from stormy nights, bricking thunder, and rainy fights. I am from pale days, an attack of panic shames. I am from a deep love of wanderlust to seek my old faith.