Eileen

I want somewhere that I can write freely, I hope this is it :)

I am from pine sap,
from newts caught by children,
and buoy rope swings.
I am from the grit under my nails,
leaves plied double my height in a cul-de-sac,
and bits of malachite at a river's bottom.
I am from chapped lips,
where everything is cow print,
and strawberry milk.
I am from the canvases strewn about my walls,
the books on my shelves,
and the clean laundry basket in the corner-
ever waiting to be folded.
I am from ravens,
the smell of burnt vanilla sugar,
and the bracelets ever lining my wrists.
I am from change, never in the same place for too long.
I am from growth, never the same, always becoming better.
I am from constants, always with my loved ones, relying on them.