Where I’m From

By: Natalie Partna

I am from books,

from mythology and fanfiction.

I am from the imaginary world;

Mythology, folk tales,

dreams.

I am from nature,

the oak tree, the weeping willow.

I am from music and it's

poetry,

from country to screamo.

I am from the deepest depths of the heart

and the softest velvet of the soul,

from poetic words,

and love.

I am from sadness,

and from tears.

I am from deafening silence,

where words scream

trying to escape me,

from a world where words can be weapons,

from the pain of the truth.

I am from tears,

the ones everyone else cries,

the only one,

still trying to act strong,

okay.

I am from the darkness,

sadness of the light.

I am from the fear,

the cold truth,

the coldness of our world.

I am from the earth,

the green grass to the majestic mountains.

From the confines of my dark room,

the home of me.

I am from superheroes and humans,

mutants alike.

I am from magick and life.

I am from pain and sorrow,

from the past days.

I am from the beginning of time,

to the furthest point in the future.

From happiness,

to sad.

From old times,

to glad.

I am from myself,

I am of myself.

I am strength, (or at least I'd like to think so)

from pain and hurt.

I am from being thrown every which way,

near tears of life at the end of the day.

This is who I am.

This is where I'm from.

This is from history.

This is from life.

This is me.