I’m from twilights gaze and starry nights.
I’m from roots of Georgia but raised in the bipolar- weather state Indiana.
I’m from a place where I get looked at strangely because I dance in the rain with my daddy.

I’m from the house of the bible and the daily rituals of screaming kids.
I’m from the terms “Chores before play”
“Spare the rod, spoil the child”
“What happens, happens”

I’m from the discipline of If you do it right the first time you won’t have to be sorry.
I’m from the kindred words of my father: “Never say goodbye, because we’ll see each other again someday”
I’m from the mom who is soft but strict and is also my firm foundation.
I’m from the tears of a little girl whose lost her daddy on Mother’s Day night.

I’m from the past of rebellion, drugs and regret.
I’m from the depression of cutting and wishing for death.
I’m from a unique life because I have changed.

I’m from the strong will that will keep me sane.
I’m from the compassion that will keep my love intact.
I’m from the grief of death and despair.
I’m from the time of art and poetry.