I am from Darkness,

Always blocking my view of the sun.

I am from the cold, crisp air of the fall,

And the smell of snow that I know too well.

I am from moonlit nights protecting me from the dark,

And the dampness of dew on the toes of my socks.

I am from the white petals lost growing through the cracks of asphalt,

strong enough to try to grow through rocks.

 

I’m from long car rides and rocking chairs,

and the light that sparkled in my grandfather's eyes.

I’m from the smell of pine trees

and the cap that covers my dad’s warm head.

I’m from Cheer up! and Smile!

Or the silly boy always too happy.

I’m from the pencil meets paper,

and the pictures that flow through my heart.

 

I’m from my first kiss,

And the fit of her head in the “u” of my neck.

From the night I woke to my mother’s tears,

the loss of my grandpa, and the sparkle in his eyes.

 

What love do I feel for all of these things.

The flowers for their strength and a hope to grow strong.

The sparkle for its light, and the darkness it trapped.

The kiss for beautiful fear.

I am the flower going to the light,

shaped by love, but always broken.