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Where I'm From
Where
I am from a home
on top of a hill,
a secluded place surrounded by the oaks.
Hear the chirp as a reminder to not be living dead.
I am from a home that quiets when left empty,
but a place overly crammed when full.
What
I am from nature of holding in feelings,
like stuffing a mouth of food until it chokes of frustration.
All of what was once thought then spilled out at once.
I am from a place of going rouge,
until you meet a dead end you can’t reverse out of.
Thats the point of which you ask for help,
coming to answer a question of only one’s expertise.
When
I’m from a time where new things were the only things.
Someone, somewhere, wants something new.
A time of change from aged traditions to the modern world.
A rewritten childhood.
I’m from a time where making discoveries of nature,
was turned to making findings of the new.
These times were of a new era,
one of iPods, iPhones, and iPads taking over.
Rather than wondering at outer space,
we starred cyberspace in the face and thought,
what else?
Why
I’m from a point of understanding,
attempting to figure out why.
What was the purpose of my creation?
Aim to seek what I was meant to do,
and how I might make my stand.
How I could create my foot print in the world.
Sitting on a dry plain, like a lazy lying lion, wondering.
But perhaps too young to uncover.
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This poem is about some of the stages of my life: where, when, why, what. These stages help describe where I am from.