Where I'm From

I am from powder,

existing to cover imperfections

freely blown with the wind

slipping through your fingers when too tightly grasped

I am from powder.

I am from silence,

tearing apart relationships through encroaching too much 

creating more than ripples than can be known

sharing truth without pretenses 

I am from silence.

I am from expectations,

conforming to mediocrity

withholding acceptance when the mold is not fit

uncovering truth by escaping boxes I don't fit inside

I am from expectations. 

I am from the middle ground,

winning neither game 

partially living and partially hiding

appearing balanced by the jaded scale

I am from the middle ground. 

I am from my heart,

a place where there is space

and company

I am from my heart.


no excuses