Where Am I From?

Where I am From Poem

Jordan Sokol

I am from the wind

Blowing the leaves

on the ever growing tree

I am one single leaf

With rips, folds, and tares

-the ugly on a beautiful tree

I am from the beauty

of the Cross adorned with Him

-stained and cleaned again

I am one body part

With scars, pain, and faults

-the marks on a beautiful body

I am from the Saturday mornings

Drenched in the smell of Clorox and

Sundays in the smell of wine and apple juice

I am one single person

With darkness at the core

-the same as everyone else

I am from the interpretations

Of those around me

- always changing, trying to learn

I am one part of a whole

The black spot in the fruit

-one step closer to higher knowledge

I am from the perfect her

Though not through birth but

Through everything else, please let me be of likeness

I am from various people, various ideals, but somehow I

Am me