I’m from the pile of unused notebooks and journals

stacked up on my four year old dresser

waiting for me to tell my story

I’m from overused daydreams and dayflowers

I’m from the sunshine state where the alligators roam in the streets

and Mickey and Minnie Mouse are around every corner

I’m from the rinnggg of the death trap

that’s constantly by my side

telling me it’s time to snatch that 95%  

and add it to all the others

I’m from the rom coms

that are waiting for their main customer(me) to turn them on

and drown themselves in

I’m from the tears that can’t wait to be shed

but still has no answer as to why they do it in the first place

I’m from the heap of unsaid words under my bed

my true feelings trapped in some sort of cage

in desperate need to be heard

I’m from the trinkets and trifles that each has a story behind them

I’m from the scripture 1 Peter 5:7

that streams through my mind when the world seems upside down

I am from everything--

rooting out in different directions

trying to find my place in this world.