So... poetry. The word that strikes fear into the hearts of many students around the globe. Unfortunately, poetry does not scare me. It excites me. The fact that I can tell a story in less words than it would take to write a story is... amazing.
A while back, we were doing an analysis (autopsy, if you like) on the poem Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon, and we also had to write our own version of the poem. In class, we had the option to share our poem with others (I didn't volunteer because I was too shy -_-). But finally I think I am ready to share my version of the poem. Feedback is welcomed, please leave a comment below on what you thought about this.
Where I'm From
I am from colours,
from the bright and the vibrant.
I am from spoonfuls of sugar,
drops of lemon juice
and pinches of spice. I am from thinking outside of the box,
from being on the left when everyone else is on the right.
I am from the words that I write
to express the things I don’t know how to say.
I am from the thread that patched up my stuffed animals under the candlelight. I am from nonsenses
spilling out of my mouth in bursts of hyperactivity.
I am from staying up at night, restless
worrying about my troubles
and trying my best to forget about them the next day.
I am from the harsh words I have heard
and the mistakes I have made
that made me learn and change for the better.
I am from the kind words I have heard
that made me stand tall with my head held high
that made me perk up and smile
that made me feel better about myself.
I am from one big question mark of a life
from not knowing which path to take.
I am from going off the beaten track
and doing things my own way.
These memories and feelings,
people, places and images,
thoughts and questions
all stored inside my brain -
although I may be young and foolish
although they may fade
they are a part of me
they are who I am
and they are where I am from.