I am from - Poem

Poem 1: Just the kind of poem that gives you a little window perspective of a person; sort of a introduction :)

I am from red boots

on a sunny day;

the bare wetness of my arms

in the rain

I am from aching hands,

and silver fingers

that hold the page steady

I am from early mornings;

waiting,

waiting,

waiting for my alarm clock to sound

I am from playing my violin

at dusk

and resting calloused hands on the guitar fret board

I am from dark nights

laced with the fragrance

of baking cake

I am from the leashed dogs walking in cool evenings,

and the rumble and clatter of the dogs waking up in the morning

I am from being

delirious,

vengeful,

And complacent

I am from seeing hope and thinking laterally;

 not trying and over working.

I am from license plates,

Lego pieces,

and flying goldfish snacks

I am from rushing wind

outside a car window;

Watching the colorful light patterns

kaleidoscope beneath closed eyes

I am from the attempt to stay true to myself and live to my ideas, for a lifetime

I am from the fear

 of the unknown, unseen dangers.

I am from melted cheese on bread

 and eating peanut butter

 on ice cream

I am from the sweet chill

 of a crunchy cone.

I am from

“Thank you”,

“May I”,

and “Pleased to meet you”

I am from my parents’ love for me:

from their patience and knowledge,

 to when they drew the line

Fragmented glimpses that make up the whole

Memories and pains that become my entity

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