7 minute writing from the prompt “I am from…”
I am from brown carpet and air, a place the sun sometimes shines.
I am from stripped cars and “don’t make any noise” and “get down.”
I am from “hide.”
I am from hospitals and nursing homes.
I am from watching the almost dead.
I am from the place in my soul that screams DANCE!
I am from me.
I am from the places I try not to remember – of pain and drugs and heartache.
Sometimes I forget where I’m from.
Sometimes I try not to remember.
I am from “do it perfect or I’ll leave you.”
I am from “you’re a horrible person.”
I am from the place that pushed me to move on, to run away, to save my life.
I am tired of being from. So now I just am.
I was from.
Now I am.
(thought continued in “Now I am…”)
© Michelle Routhieaux 2012
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