I am from a tiny house
With a yard too big to match.
I am from a loud spirit
But have learned to keep quiet and gentle.
I am from weekends of chores,
Though the house will messy again within an hour.
I am from a place of freedom,
But live inside a caged fence.
I am from big dreams,
Though my wallet isn’t big enough to agree.
I am from a love of classical music,
But I lack a single musical bone in my body.
I am from a respected church,
Though I am unable to attend each Sunday.
I am from a close-knit family,
But we may like to spend more time apart than together.
I am from spending time in the outdoors,
Though my migraines keep me pinned up inside.
I am from a lack of true friends,
But have many animals to talk to instead.
I am from a growing neighborhood,
Though not a single person knows one another.
I am from a place of imperfection,
But in my eyes it is the only place I will ever call home.
I am from nothing at all,
But it is everything I will ever know.