I’m from the endless list of names
and from snow forts hovering high like the castle at bedtime
I’m from the sore throats of roaring sounds
and from the 75 degree days of hide-n-seek and lava monster
I’m from the daily prescriptions
and from the burnt bacon on Sunday mornings

I’ve become courageous...
from late nights of wet pillows
I’ve become ambitious…
from being let down
I’ve become sympathetic…
from knowing the feeling of sharp metal

I will be the ear you’ll chew
by fulfilling my dream
I will answer your “What ifs” and your “How comes”
By conquering the demons consuming me
I will be the mat to the patient’s doors
by opening eyes of people who need it

Where I’m from is now who I’ve become
Who I’ve become is who I will be
But I will always be where I’m from