I am from a historic town,

where I feel isolated, alone.

From the woods out back,
in a tree with a book.
I am from the stars in the sky,
with their once bright glow.

I am from a tomboy attitude,
Dad teaching archery in the woods.
From caring, gentle hands,
Grandpa sitting in his chair saying “God bless”.
I am from soul-searching conversations,
with my best friend--my mom.

I am from my fantasies,
that I time-consumingly read and write.
From my drawings,
meaningful, maze-like, and complex.
I am from my music,
sending a spirit-lifting message.

I am from childlike pleasures,
a “special blankie,” stuffed animals, books.
From communication,
  family feuds to class speeches.
I am from my group of few,
male, female, best friend, boyfriend.

I am from outdoor summer days,
wearing graphic tees and blue jeans.
From the gardens around our house,
Daddy’s Edelweiss.
I am from my historic town,
where I feel isolated, alone.