Where I'm from
I am From; silent blue skies,
From screaming meanies.
I am from un-reacting zombies,
The unmovable mountains
Whose blackened catacombs sheltered me.
Hiding me from dangers above.
I am; the free bird
Riding on the sweet winds of freedom
And yet the age-old mountains, unmovable and imposing.
I am; myself.
From broken homes and painful pasts,
The light in the darkness.
The good emerging from the bad.
The soul that flew when all were pulled down
Under my feet that tried to propel me from the evil that is my past
Pulling anything and everything out of the darkness.
Trying to better things
Any way possible.
I am everything.
I am nothing.
From screaming meanies.
I am from un-reacting zombies,
The unmovable mountains
Whose blackened catacombs sheltered me.
Hiding me from dangers above.
I am; the free bird
Riding on the sweet winds of freedom
And yet the age-old mountains, unmovable and imposing.
I am; myself.
From broken homes and painful pasts,
The light in the darkness.
The good emerging from the bad.
The soul that flew when all were pulled down
Under my feet that tried to propel me from the evil that is my past
Pulling anything and everything out of the darkness.
Trying to better things
Any way possible.
I am everything.
I am nothing.
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