I am From...

I am from the blazing Californian sun in the sprinkler ,
playing until the sunsets.

I am from the cold home filled with memories, where the warmth of blankets cover me,
and the smell of butterscotch surrounds my nose.

I am from the old photos of when I was 5
and a metal rose a dear once gave.

I am from playing Skip Bo family game nights and
blasting pop music  from a old radio to clean our home.

I am from Staying positive to keep the bad away
to always making sure to succeed.

I am from a harder life where a religion never seemed to fit,
a life where there was lies and cries, but it was never told.

I am from the heated up games of Beach Volleyball
how I loved the feeling of sand beneath my feet.

I am from the nights I became sick
and mom was there to make me my favorite food.

I am from the tears of happiness from graduating eighth grade
to tears of sadness while leaving my friends.

I am from that summer when I had Ulcers from stress and a burst appendix, going through surgeries and pills.

I am from a time where wounds and scars heal and the feeling of happiness consumes.
I am from the blazing Californian sun in the sprinkler ,
playing until the sunsets.