I am made up of moments-
magical, heartbreaking, terrifying, exhilarating moments.
I am the sand against the toes of all my friends
during late night summer volleyball matches.
I am the hopeful rays of light that illuminated
my father’s face as he sat on my bed and cried.
I am the city lights after a concert downtown
that leaves your ears ringing and head dizzy.
I am the foggy coastline and cold breeze
that promise of a blissful escape.
I am the pumpkin patch with the tall corn maze,
the one I never got the chance to enter.
I am the screams on the first roller coaster I ever rode,
with my sister by my side for one of the last times.
I am the laughter of my little brothers
that echoes through the grocery store.
I am the tears that soak my pillow
and the puffy red eyes at 3 am.
I am the morning sunrise from the car window
as my best friend drives into a new day.
I am the music loud and unfamiliar filling the place
I went with my friends after I heard of my parents divorce.
I am the disposable camera that captured my young smile
peering out from under a baseball hat at the game with my dad.
I am the moments that I never want to forget
I am the moments that terrorize me in my sleep
I am the moments of joy and the moments of despair
and I am everywhere.