A to Z Challenge

For the A-Z challenge, we decided to post a new and original poem every day (yipes!)  Today, Juliet tackles the letter "W" with an old poem she wrote with Regina by her side.

Where I'm From

I am sprung from a teenager’s lonely heart

from aching need

and misplaced affection,

from folk songs, 
long hair and blinding hope.

I am from outstretched arms 
and rowdy laughter, paired with 
balled-up grief turned bitter.

From Thomas and June, who spun matter, 
assembling the elements until a howling, dark-eyed girl emerged.

I am the sharp knife Opa used to chase Da into the Air Force.

I am the stench of smoke caught between car windows.

I am thick strands of seaweed 
amid knobby crimson toes, 
honey vanilla ice cream, and the alter of my mother’s conviction.

I am feathered hair, roller discos and glossy lips.

I am the timid child whose cautious first steps weren’t enough to protect her from the man/boy who lurked in the bushes.

I am the torn tights, sand-stung eyes and Girl Scout uniform never worn again.

I am fierce loyalty grasping the edges of fading light.

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