I just want to start out by saying that being sick is horrible. It’s amazing how sometimes you don’t have control over your body! Its amazing how it can just do its own thing, its got a mind of its own and its annoying. The body aches take over the mind which makes it a struggle. But all is good, I will heal in time and be back in the game stronger than ever (:
On another note, I just wanted to say thank you for everyone that shared their ‘who am I’ in class the other day. I wanted to share mine but for some reason my voice did not want to speak up. So I figured I would share now….
I am from loving parents and a supportive family
I am from the smells of horses, hay, and country
I am from the sound of the ocean crashing against the sand
I am from barking dogs and needy cats
I am from sibling yelling and laughter
I am from heartbreak and love
I am from the ecstasy of galloping across an open field
I am from the beauty of nature
I am from fallen and saved relationships
I am from companionship
I am from late night escapades
I am from flower hippie to where are my shoes
I am from jealousy and mistrust
I am from hope, love, and an open heart
I am from tears and sweat
I am from my prince charming on his white horse
I am from the child’s laughter
I am from the warmth of a lovers touch
I am from the great outdoors and adventure
I am from the experiences that got me to where I am today
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First off I want to say thanks to everyone who shared their “I am from” poem. I think it takes a lot of courage to share that, and I definitely didn’t feel that I could do it without tearing up, thus, I didn’t share. I think that sometimes writing things down can be a lot more honest and from the heart, but reading it out load can be hard. So I will attach my poem (b/c a little voice inside of me says I should have read mine out in class too).
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Love in a broken form
I am from chopsticks and cherry blossoms,
Tattooed behind hidden doors
I am from the red, white and blue
Powerful, yet in shame
I am from a religious mother
And an atheist father
I am from ballet slippers and toe shoes
Broken nails and weekly weight checks
I am from strokes in water
The muscle gain that I keep in check
I am from “I would love you more if you didn’t look so much like your mother”
To “why do you have to act so much like your father?”
I am from chocolate and sugar,
It’s a cure for the soul you know?
I am from loving grandparents
Loving friends
A form of family I would trade for nothing
I am from Disney and Warner
Eeyore, oh I adore
I am from butterflies and flowers
I am from rainbows and raindrops
I am from wishing I was someone else
To learning to love and adore
Who I am
What I am
Where I am
I am from “me”