I am from the rolling grassy hills,

from fields of golden kernels and woods of flush, green

I am from the pale yellow house, 

from the smell of rain and farm.

I am from two,

from books and streets.

I am from half,

from sleek marble and creaking wood.

I am from opposite,

from “let's wing it” to “what's the plan”

I am from blood, 

from listening to my thoughts and following my feelings

I am from change,

from a faded, blue door to chipped, yellow paint.

I'm from the soft, green grass to the gravel blanket,

from the yellow fields to the murky docks.

I am from loyalty,

from myself to my brother.

I am from protector, 

from bystander to warrior.

I am from wisdom,

from ignorance to experience. 

I am from strength,

from sorrows to acceptance. 

I am from a house of unfinished promises,

from a haunting past and mistakes.

I am from strong will,

from “the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”