I Am From
I am from the inescapable mindmaze of a puzzle – a puzzle that you must piece together.
I am from a kitten's purr – comforting and loving.
I am from oboe music – multifaceted and difficult to tune.
I am from a dragon's fire – beautiful and explosive.
I am from the brilliant glow of a sapphire that lies buried below the ground, waiting to be uncovered.
I am from green, like leaves swaying in the summer sun.
I am from the taste of chocolate, sweet and promising.
I am from a simple act of kindness, reaching out to the fallen.
I am from a seashell – solitary and difficult to understand.
I am from the words of a story, spilled in ink onto a diary's pages.
I am from the darkness of my bedroom, peering through a tiny crack that filters in noise and light and violence.
I am from the sound of yelling, an angered man too intoxicated to think.
I am from a whisper – the nagging in the back of your mind that begs you not to trust.
I am from the truth – and sometimes, the truth hurts.