I am from a broken home
Shattered by inevitability
And fueled by bias
I am from rage,
From enjoying destruction
From constant nightmares
I am from pain
From a horrid reality
From loss, and despair
But I am from friends
From old and new
From understanding
Therefore,
I am from renewed peace,
I am from milk shooting nostrils, laughter and too much energy
From eternal happiness.
From songs
Sang in the summer breeze,
Whisked away to the ears of the broken
Filling them with life.