by malia coler
i am from the rolling fields,
running with my demons.
i am from night terrors
and booms in the sky.
i am from fear and sadness,
i became the distress i feared.
i am from the flickering light,
from a candle keeping me awake.
i am from the hospital rooms and endless funerals.
i am from life and from death.
i am from the campfires,
with stars lighting up the sky.
i am from abandoned car garages,
with gunshots echoing through them.
i am from so much good,
and from so much bad.
and that has made me.