Where I’m From


I am from grim tales, from visual haven and shelter's warmth
I am from the sometimes normal or unforgiving cage depending
on if I speak
I am from the bloody rose, the fire kept hidden from within
its beautiful prison
I am from pure white christening and backwoods roots from Shane
and Donna O'Mahoney
I am from the eternal Sunday and unknowing minds, from still
living restraint and pleasant nature
I am from forced salvation repented by never ending wonder
and curiosity
I am from the constant echo of the untold universe and the
self-harming race known as mankind, ignorant and dying
From the time he died, the casket's sweet release of death
and the flood of tears wept by every soul who knew his name
I am from the walls of memories, tabletops of my past, my
life framed in scrapbooks, questions locked behind closet
doors, answers tucked away in the sound of every beating heart
of all living things
Where I'm from

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