I am from a fluid life
staying afloat on the ocean of contentment
friends become sour, and like seas I part,
and fluid like I separate.

But through this: I have found where I am from.

I am from a home turned to a house.
but I am content with life
growing and maturing through uncomfortable times
in that house I called home.

It was a home, parents parted,
it is for sale to the next family, hopeful seldom to break
now it is a house, a chore to market.

But through this: I have found where I am from.

I am from the journey of finding myself,
the peculiar journey through:
the people I love,
(the people who I once loved)
the places I am,
(the places I will never be)
the pain I’ve been through
(the healing I’ve done).

Makes me, the only:
me.