I am from waking sirens

of the night

Sirens that awoken neighbors, dogs cats, relatives, and myself

To fear for myself and others, an anxiety,whether worst or best

that was but of seconds till relief

than exhaustion to rest

I am from a well earned ginger ale.

To a thrift store

to buy old Nintendo.

i am from confused, bi polar even, messages i received from a home.

also a humble and well balanced abode of joy and summer days.

I am from the trees in suburbia. trees that fell, but as protectors. protectors from weather, sunlight, and foggy skies reminiscent of the rest of the city

I'm from holidays of

love

gifts, as seemed to be from above

To arguments in a well tied bow and colorful wrapping

hoping more won't show ,

shunned otherwise

And my mother and father

Stacy and Scott

names treasured, never forgot

From being told too much, to little substance.

it gave hope for the better.

And in that time i remained less bitter.

From anger to forgiveness,

love in the fullest

Normal, even if not in the purest