I'm from the valentine rose bush
From the thorny stem and delicate petals.
I'm from the aging brick
and the crawling ivy near my window.
I'm from the angry green train
that carries away black mountains.
From the poison in my sight.
I'm from the lies and the heartbreak
From the pain put upon others.
I'm from the mistrust
that will never wholly be solid again.
From the fear of the wannabe ballerina
hiding in the closet because
Daddy can't chase away all the monsters.
I'm from the mood swings
to the beautiful smiles to the hidden tears.
From the good to the bad
then back again.
I'm from a family of brothers
I'll never truly know,
Grasped by both Heaven and Hell.
I'm from a father
who's always gone
but never leaving.
I'm from a mother
who works way too hard
for way too little
From the illness of beloveds.
I'm from these moments.
I'm from these emotions,
forever rustling in the wind
never truly changing.
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