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I Am From...
I am young
From the smell of spring on sprouting tulips
dirt rough on my hands,
And from the crabapple trees rustling
their blossoms floating to color the ground
I am small
From ringing harmony at Christmas
fresh bread on the counter,
And from dreams drifted by a lullaby
sung in a blue room with the bunk bed full
I am His
From the silent longings of night
family beside me in the pew,
And from broken promises, desperate wishes
but He will light my path
I am Ry
From Star Wars and the truck with Daddy
cracked peanuts littering the floor,
And from the creak of the rocking chair
Back and forth, back and forth
I am the dreamer
From words on a page swirling in my mind
fantasies clouding my sight,
And from hours spent in wonder of writing
words in beauty that paint a scene
I am Granddaughter
From the buttery dough, fresh off the sheet
the strength of her laugh,
And from the emptiness of a full hospital room
praying, singing, weeping
I am song
From spinning down the quiet, cracked road
singing loud for no one to hear,
And from puffs of rosin from the strings
Bow flying fast
I am LoneStorm
From taps on the keyboard to weave a tale
story flowing through my fingers,
And from cheeks hurting from the smile
friends I’ve never met
I am the Black Shadow
From bated breath in the dark corner
wide eyes darting beyond the curtain,
And from running, sliding, hiding, whispering
shining from behind the burning spotlight
I am her
From a racing heart and stuttered words
confusion, excitement, fear,
And from the warmth of his bright smile--
who knows what comes next?
I am a wishing well
From days of exhaustion
drain me with their worries,
And from nights of comforting
But they’re worth it.
I am bold
From “I do what I want!” to “I love you.”
feet planted firm in my boots,
And from stubbornness, morals, peace
I will not give up on you
I am imperfect
I am a mess
I am a blessing
I am a curse
I am strength
I am sorrow
I am joy
I am unstoppable
I am Maryah
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This is just a little something about how my experiences have shaped the person I am today, and God knows that's a complicated subject.