Ab Ovo

I'm from tiny box houses and creaky-doored barns

I'm from a love that speaks volumes and a love that breaks arms

 

I'm a candle softly lit who flickers a quiet flame

I'm a "let it be" speaking soul who was scared to hear her name

 

I'm from too thin walls and suffocating paint

I'm from a hidden father's shadow that's disguised as a saint

 

I'm from cringe-worthy dreams and pent up screams

I'm a message in crumpled up leaves and pillow soft cream

 

I'm a ruby-feathered cardinal whose song is seldom sung

I'm a lullaby-seeking bluebell tattooed with a past newly hung

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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