I’m From the sweet summer wind

From yellow smooth chilled wood

I’m from a planner that acts as a shield

A chair that acts as a safehouse

And speakers

Speakers that let the words of inspirations

Words that fill me with relief and rid me of anxiety

Let those words flow through the room

Painting designs on the bare walls

I’m from Neesham, Ed,

Irving even if your gone

Fiona, Em even if there’s no blood connecting us

I’m from forgotten purple tulips

Tulips I wish would come back

I’m from get better bags for sick days with sweetness I couldn’t taste

I’m from “ Sweetgirl” And “mango”

Mango was something I was

That mango has rot

It’s juice no longer sweet

I’m from Gratitude, assertiveness, and no sorrys

From milkshakes that were a gift after rough days

I’m from stories at bedtime that let me write my own

From omelets that were a scrambled mess

I’m from a lawn that shines in the summer, falls in autumn, dusts in winter, and blooms in spring

I’m from conflicts, love, and compromises

I’m a girl who loves to read while blasting her music until there’s nothing else

I’m a girl who creates her own world,

I’m a girl who loves and hates to easily

I’m a girl whos working on it