A Break from these Carbs (Part 1)

Photo taken by Alex E

I couldn't fall asleep tonight so I started going through my computer just looking at old files and junk. Then I stumbled upon my essays from previous years at school (When I still had to take English class) This is just a little something I found and I thought it would be nice to share. It's a poem that I had to write for College a couple of years ago.It is about my life and what makes up who I am... In a nutshell.

I am.

I am from stained glass,

From Austen and the great classics

I am from the boarded up attic over my bedroom

(Dark , mysterious it evokes shivers)

I am from the cherry blossoms,

The lush spruce

Whose beautiful smell fills the whole house

At Christmas time.

I am from snow forts and dog-lovers,

From Pasquale and Elder and Liang.

I am from daydreamers and mountain climbers.

From come inside and spit that out.

I am from lonely elementary days at school in ethics

Always the only student in that class

I'm from Wuxi and unknowns,

Barbequed steak and steaming Earl Grey

From the honey bee who killed my great uncle,

The stolen wooden bear,

And the fire that destroyed my home.

I am from hidden treasures buried in the backyard

Waiting to be discovered.

On my bookshelf are framed pictures

Precious moments never to be forgotten.

In my messy closet hides a scrapbook

Holding memories of cherished days

With people never to be seen again in this lifetime
Only faces on a page are left of them.

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