I stumbled across this ol' thing and had to post it from all the memories it brought up. I wrote this a couple years ago and submitted it to a poetry contest via The American Library of Poetry. I didn't win but they DID publish it! (:
I am from losing myself in a world of words, trying to escape from my reality.
I am from solitude,
I was (am) never able to completely fit in.
Never being known by none other than myself, I am an unmolded piece of clay.
From pen to paper, I am from spilling out my soul to the trees.
I am from teeth-clenching, knuckle-tightening, insanity-causing, mind-numbing stress,
Weighing on my shoulders like the sky upheld by Atlas.
I am from pushing through thick and thin, never giving up no matter the situation.
“Pain is weakness leaving your body…” a familiar voice echoes in my ear, a statement I take to heart.
I am from sweet kisses ever so gently brushing my lips,
I am from heartbreak and betrayal, the making and breaking of promises.
I am a caterpillar ever-changing in my jaded chrysalis,
Anxious to spread my wings and fly.
I am a grayscale wallflower, an invisible chameleon, able to hide and blend in with ease.
I am from “shut up, bitch!” and “nobody likes you,”
Words that never stop ricocheting through my skull.
I am an uncut diamond in the rough, a hidden treasure waiting for my time to shine
Laying in the warm, familiar arms of the earth in a world of