Merlot Tilt-O-Whirl Poem by Rachel Hankins

I am from the screams
and the angry nights of yelling
I am from beneath my bed
the only place that is safe
I am from the fresh pine
the lone smell as I ran so far

I am from her merlot
as I swirl in her wine glass
feeling sick like a tilt-o-whirl
I am from empty plates and bowls
laying jagged and shattered in the sink
shattered the way here has shattered me

I am from the hollow promises
leading to the insicurites
I am from the tears
tears of the only being who truly cared
I drift away and vanish
as do they

I am from a life
fills with lies and hatred
I am from a world
one I don't recognize of belong
I am from myself
the only place that i fit