Where I'm From

Where I’m From

Inspired by Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon

Serafina Piasentin

I am from a library,

From the spinal cords of dusty books.

I’m within the aroma of homemade bread,

With a mother's unconditioned love, it cooks.

I am from nailed walls,

Hung with smiling framed faces.

I am from the bellowing voices,

Of six souls, six stories, six traces.

I am from the roses,

The elegant smell of an intricate name;

One passed on through the wreckage of Rosemary.

I’m from a family of many branches, none the same,

And a tree with skeletal features;

(Bare and empty, a flicker of doubt).

I am the brown that curls down my back,

A path in motion, until it fades out.

I’m from the human body,

I am an intangible soul.

I am from many stories,

Some that aren’t yet whole.

I am from a place,

That the naked eye can’t see.

And at the moment of unending,

I will return to where I am from…

And to where I was meant to be.