I am art.
I am music streaming from the crack of my bedroom door
I am the filled sketchbooks that pile to no end and overflow every drawer
I am the photographs that cover my bedroom walls and
The countless hours spent on my piano seat
I am Music.
I am a Kokkola.
I am my fathers eyes and
My mothers warm skin
I am my grandmothers split pea soup on Christmas and
sore winner of every Scrabble game.
I am a sister.
I am the peace to every fight and
the sitter of basketball bleachers, and hot summer football games.
I am a runner.
Countless hours in the rain or heat, I go.
I am a crosser of finish lines
I am a lover of the rush.
I am Me.
I am a Dreamer.
I am a Lover.
I am Hannah