I feel like a poem

I am From…..

I am from the spiritual ward
A child of prayers and tears
I am from wise decision tips and turns
I am from stained glass windows
Unable to see the outside world.

I am from religious backgrounds
I am from John 3:16 & Luke 2:52
I am from Psalms 23 with arms stretched
Out like an oak giving tree.

I am from playing outside till the sky turns orange
I am from generations of field workers,
Potatoe lovers and French speaking blacks.

I am from a place of the unknown
Lost in a universe where I stand not alone,
On a narrow path with cushioned walls,
Garden fresh lilies and bright skies are along my side.

I am from rugged brown streets disguised in gold
I am from a broken family now together and whole
I am from raging tempers left and right
CONFUSION, FRUSTRATION, MY HEART STILL RACIN!
No peace, No sleep and Prayers through the night.

I am from a tall white door
Waiting to be opened
So that I may explore!

This is where I’m from!

Written by: ME