Where I'm From

February 28, 2008
I am from my journals from pens that touch paper

No pencils,

I prefer not to erase

I am from up above God’s creation

I like to think I’m here for a demonstration

I am from growing up not knowing my daddy

Scarred badly given the chance to be with him made me happy

I’m from the long lost tears hidden and replaced with razors blades

I’m from a dream of my own office as a big time writer

I won’t quit till I reach higher

I’m from a small closet next to my bedroom

Door alone as I hear rain hit my floor rain is made for plants to grow

Isolation for me turned comfortable

I am from acting; I use the technique to not be seen freely

I do for others instead of myself

In return realizing I’m not well

I’m from a bumpy road; all I’m trying to do is make it home

Back to the moments when I’ve felt alive

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