I am…
Bare feet running through the neighborhood, hiding from the seeker
Falling asleep to the sound of a crackling fire, huddled in my father’s arms
Practices, games, more practices, and more games
One of the boys, but with longer hair
I am...
Crouched in front of the tv, craning my neck and rewatching the same movie for the 50th time… in a row
Cleaning the entire house, just to see my mother smile when she walks through the door
Lost in another world, oblivious to the one I’m in, to experience a fictional land enclosed within pages and pages
Waiting till the streetlights come on before leaving my friends for another day
I am...
Farmer tan lines, scraped knees, and messy ponytails
Walking and talking for hours with the only person who truly understands me
Late nights spent ignoring homework and complaints of exhaustion in the morning
Homemade chocolate chip cookies, hot tea, and fuzzy socks
I am...
Tired
Beaten, broken down, but more understanding and accepting
Hoping for the rain to stop, the clouds to disperse, and for a rainbow to arise
Ready to begin my own story
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ReplyDeleteLove this, Kennis...especially the line about cleaning the house to make your mom smile and the way you've contrasted your carefree past (hide and seek, curling up with your dad, playing outside until the lights come on) with the wisdom and worries that come with growing up. I know your "own story" will be a good one... XO
ReplyDeleteHey, I love your I Am Poem. I relate to liking chocolate chip cookies. I love reading too. The poem is well written, and overall amazing. :)
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