Where Im From

Krista Murphy

Im from back woods North Carolina.

I am from fresh cut grass on summer days...

I am from bare feet, feeling the earth, telling me stories about where I was going.

Im from bass pumping from the backyard, even though I was supposed to appreciate to country twang.

I am from bad habits, born from loneliness, with little hope for anything to get better.

I am from an empty hand, reaching into the darkness, hoping to come out with a tiny taste of magic.

I am from providing for children barely younger than I was, because everyone else was too busy.

Im from locked bedroom doors when Daddy came home mad, and forts of sheets, where we pretended to be anywhere but home.

Im from where discipline and authority is more important than love and nurture.

Im from a squeaky bedroom window that held a doorway to late night escapades

and abandoned houses that never told one secret.

Im from rooftops of sheds, watching the stars, praying for prince charming...

To him walking into my life when I least expected it

Im from having a hand to hold that pushes me towards my dreams.

Im from dreams bigger than any city you could dream of

and an even bigger determination to get them.