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Where Am I From?


I am from wind,

Blowing as I move so gracefully.

I am from dance,

Where my heart can soar and dreams come true.

Where words can’t express who I am.

Where an empty studio and music is all I need to live.

My great-grandmother danced.

She was pigeon toed like me,

Causing her to not be able to dance anymore.

She is the reason I try so hard to over come my “disability.”

 

I am from the stage,

Where I can sing and dance and act with all eyes on me.

Where my family comes to enjoy my entertainment and watch me perform.

 

I am from music,

The best expression of life, love, pain and all emotion.

Where I learned a foreign language.

Where I learned about art.

 

I am from the trees,

Where I camp and my imagination flies free.

 

I am from silliness,

Singing “1985” with my “sister.”

 

I am from the south,

Heather from far and Eric near.

 

I am from pain and heartache and loss.

The pain from a back injury that almost ruined everything for me.

The heartache of divorced parents always fighting.

The loss of my grandfather, “Papaw,”

Who was teaching me to play guitar.

 

I am from love and hate,

From the days of dread and the days of longing.

I am from the “I love you’s”

From the “It’ll be okay’s”

 

I am from science,

From the ocean to the stars and underground.

 

I am from science fiction,

Where fun stories are made up with science.

Where things of time travel, space travel, and supernatural phenomena happen.

 

I am from the world of fantasy.

Where elves and dwarves and wizards and dragons all thrive.

Where I can do anything,

Be anyone.

 

I am from tears,

Shed from the things that matter and things that don’t.

Where t.v. shows and movies reach a deep place inside me.

From the nights I cry myself to sleep.

 

I am from laughter,

From the memories made singing “Jingle Bells” at Christmas.

From trying to remember other songs and messing them up.

 

I am from Hope,

The hope that life could get better in the times of tragedy.

The hope that life will stay amazing in the times of fun.

The hope that I can hold on tight enough to the roller coaster that is life.

 
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