I Am From

I am from
     a desire fulfilled--
     a dream, a wish, a want.

I am from
     skinned knees and
     allergies and outside
     play til dusk.

I am from
     songs round the piano,
     guitar and cello too--
     each melodic strain building
     a symphony in my heart.

I am from
     a punny place
     a battle of wits to share
     the laughter rending a talkative bunch.
     There is appreciation there.

I am from
     a regency romance
     with gallant men and women of the past--
     a guilty escape I truly love.

I am from
     a tender heart
     that feels another's pain or joy--
     my tears flow easily and I love deeply.

I am from
     a simple place
     no fancy stuff for me
     I rarely shop--I am content
     more--I do not need.

I am from
     a teacher's nest
     my fledgling students many.
     They are all children--they've
     my heart and most of my time.

I am from
     a crazy family
     easily entertained
     marshmallow roasts over emergency candles
     or silly inane games.

I am from
     macaroni and cheese from a box
     whenever I cooked as a child.
     roller skating with old metal skates
     you put on your shoes--tightening with a key.

I am from
     a quiet place
     very deep inside of me,
     but a very opinionated place.

I am from
     a mother's heart
     pressed by worry and care.

I am from
     a father's love
     all my burdens to bear.

I am from
     love.

Perfect Square?

Thinking "outside the box"
Held by rigid boundaries--
stereotypes of what I should be.

What next?
Can I let go enough?
Allow myself to be redesigned, retooled--
even crumpled.
Can I be happy in a safe square?

Fear is the formula that keeps one square.
Messy outcomes
Unpopular choices
Clashing colors.

Faith is the key to freedom.
No bad outcomes
Self acceptance
Moving forward.

LET GO!

Candy

Candy

A sweet indulgence soothes my tired, achy day
It wakens me and lifts me up
and energizes I'd say--

But sadly, quickly fleeing--
it's flavor's soon forgot
And I am left just craving more--
a habit relieved a lot.

O Candy, are you the bane of my existence?
No--even short, sweet moments
in my memory have persistence.

I'll savor and I'll treasure each
sweet interlude--
Unless the pounds pack on too much
--I'll quite a while--so rude.

But, I'll be back--you see I'm hooked
I understand my fate.
You will always win--I sadly learned--
when I thought sweets so great.

[January 3, 2017]
This was done as an answer to the writing prompt--candy.