I’m from a red bricked house, with cream colored, siding,

A miniature goldendoodle dog in the backyard

Blue toyota in the garage waiting for a purpose

From a noisy house filled with the sound of a trumpet,

screeches filling the house of noisy instruments

Now a noiseless house filled with utter silence

I’m from 3:30 pm on April 16, 2017

    When a hospital visit was required

Telling myself not to worry

The disease that would change my eating habits,

for the remainder of time

The one called ulcerative colitis

I’m from having to take five pills a morning

    Rushing to get to the bus in the morning

Homework at the dusk of the night

At the end of the night I’m still from that same red bricked house

A miniature Goldendoodle dog in the backyard

A Blue toyota in the garage waiting for a purpose