I am from the summer rain,
splashing, running, hearing my friends laughs as we explore the backyard.
I am from racing around outside through the glistening ice to walking through crunching leaves.

I am from hospital rooms.
“It’s going to be okay” echoing off the walls.
I am from the experiencing the rush of excitement when accomplishing walking when the doctors said I never could.

I am from the outdoors,
with the wind rushing like a river as it blows my canvas into the mud.
I am from letting my body relax and taking deep breaths.

I am from the hours spent on frustrating summer assignments,
dedicated to working in the hospital instead. 
I am from stress; loud and present.

I am from exploring the scent of pinewoods,
capturing the vivid contrast of the trees with my polaroid.
I am from creating memories.

I am from the hospice halls,
that contained the angel coin and silent tears.
I am from the emptiness created.

I am from dented red car,
where the deep conversations come out.
I am the laughs and sense of connection.

I am still from the summer rain;
splashing, running, hearing my friends laughs as we explore the backyard.
I still am from racing around outside though the glistening ice to walking though crunching leaves.