Where I'M From Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

I am from the strums of the guitar,
Filling the room with melody.
From feeling the pencil fly across the page,
Writing just the right lyrics to convey my thoughts.
From losing yourself in the music,
The only thing that, no matter what, is there.

I am from the smell of roasting hot dogs and marshmallows,
On the open, dancing flames.
From sitting and staring up at clear, starry nights,
With a bright moon hanging overhead.
From the wet sand on my feet,
That gets washed away in the ocean's waves.

I am from the laughter and company of friends,
Who stand by me in times of need.
From pretend made-up words we speak,
Just to confuse everyone else!
From the long walks down anywhere,
And good times shared.

I am from Carlie, Sarah, Christian, and Angelique,
The people closest to me I have.
From the chuckles they get when I do,
Something weird or stupid or klutzy.

I am from the random objects hanging on walls,
The lamp filled with quotes,
The two beds side by side,
And the closet I see when I wake up.

I am from accomplishment and pride.
From the steep cliff I fell off of.
I am from injuries.
From never giving up.

I am from Mom's brownies,
From cheesecake, shrimp, and Shepard's pie.
From never being orderly,
From breaking glasses constantly,
And waffles and cows and wolves.

I am from complicated past.
From moving boxes piled,
On huge moving truck.
From never stopping believing.

I may be hard to notice,
But once noticed,
I'm pretty hard to forget.