where I'm from
I am from
grey skies
rain sliding off slick leaves
carrying with it the taste of sunlight
to the earth below
I am from
curving mountains
gentle greens and blues
separated by winding
river streaks
I am from
the parched ground
cracking under the glare
of the oppressive sun
more cuts in the red
I am from
slamming doors
raised voices and broken glass
shards of what once was
still hurling on
in uncertainty
I am from
the mistakes I've made
the people I met
the rainstorms and sunrises I love
the days I want to disappear
fire and lightening strike
sticks and stones
the paper I write on
moonlight coming through the window
everything I used to be
and everything I will be tomorrow.