I’m from writing down
what’s hidden in between the lines
until there are no lies to tell
and only the whitest of
I’m from the dark blues
and rolling waves of the ocean
from being given the notion
that our dreams are lost when we age.
But I’ve never been one to believe.
I’m from the shadow of the world
and am just now stepping
out into the sun for
what seems like the first time.
I’m from smooth acoustic strumming
to blast beats on the drum,
playing until the issues
racing through my head
release with the beating
of my heart.
I’m from killing the time
and spilling out my soul
to: “hey, it’s just high school.”
I’m from finally finding my voice.
I’m from being silent to being outspoken
from screaming at the top of my lungs
to whispering on the roof in the night air.
I’m from relieving love of blindness.
I’m trying to be red
in a colorless world,
and I refuse to be diluted
Yes, sometimes life is hard
but in those moments
it seems to be
worth every minute.