Who I Am

I am from Mattison Reservoir Avenue,

A.k.a the middle of nowhere.

I am from the woods,

Where my house sits nestled in the trees,

The woods that crinkle with every step I take.

I am from pouring cold rain,

I swim through it with my feet firmly planted on the ground.

From the smell of fresh cut grass and wet leaves.

I am from fire,

From the warmth and light it gives on a cold winter night.

From clear night skies,

Watching stars shine coldly.

From the glowing full moon that lights up the trees.

I am from ancestors that always fought with each other,

The stubborn Irish, the proud English, the wise Native Americans.

I am for running until my chest hurts,

Running until my legs can't stand.

I am from heights and the need to fly,

From doing stupid, crazy things to get a thrill.

From worrying that I'm not good enough in class,

I stay up doing homework until I can't see straight,

In the hopes that I can keep my grades up.

I am for giving everything my all,

No matter what I face.

For music and making music.

For singing until my throat hurts,

Playing music until I fall asleep.

For blasting my trumpet and going deaf and mute in marching band.

For helping others with whatever.

I am for laughing with friends.

I am for living life, not surviving life.