I am from

This is a poem I wrote during the process of Courage and finding myself. I am amazed at the pieces that make us all well, us.

I am From

I am from a world that I don’t understand

A place that looks one way but lives another

A place that screams for life

But fights against every breath

I am a dichotomy

A woman and yet a child

Fearless and yet terrified

Questioning but running from answers

I am from a world I don’t understand

A place that lives two lives

One sweet

The other bitter

I am a life of mixture

Adoption

And nightmares

Carving Jack-o-lanterns

And suicide

I am from a world I don’t understand

Soccer games

And hidden thoughts

Disney world

And abuse

I am a mix of generations

Christmas trees

And painful memories

Car rides

And concussions

I am from a world I don’t understand

A family of teachers

And rape

A passion for others

And haunting memories

I am a survivor

Of apple pies

And bulimia

Of social injustice

And living a lie

I am from a world I don’t understand

A love of art and teaching

With violence and destruction

Reading children’s books

And being different

I am an educated woman

Degrees

And forced acts

Years of school

And hiding under tables

I am from a world I don’t understand

Awards and acknowledgments

Mania and destruction

Passion and truth

Confusion and agony

I am a person emerging

With a love for children

And a broken heart

Good friends

And my own worst enemy

I am from a world I don’t understand

Good grades

And self destruction

Success in everyone’s eyes

Yet a failure

I am an undiscovered miracle

Valentines cards

And seduction

Playing on Swings

And puking

Yes I am from a world I don’t understand

And I am me