Origins

Like yesterday's challenge, I love today's challenge! We are challenged 'to write a poem of origin'. We are prompted to write about from whence we came and where we are now. Our poems need not necessarily be geographical. This is a fantastic idea!

Me

I was molded

by a stubborn streak

and large bouts of anxiety

I grew to be meek and mild

and silenced

and boxed in,

yearning to break free

Once free,

my wings grew large

and I fluttered about,

tasting the sweet nectar of life

I grew legs

and ran away 

across the sea

and hills

to discover my history

and my future

I came back,

stronger,

independent, 

having proved myself

But someone trampled on my wings

and broke my legs,

and tried to crush me

But I am of my mother's courage,

I am of my father's sense of adventure,

of my grandparents' faith

I will not be whom others want me to be

I will stand firm,

I will run free

I am me