I am from.

Where am I from?
I thought this thought the other day.
Full of wonder and want,
and never growing smaller.

I thought and thought,
and came to this.
I am from many things,
made only by the past

I am from the six years spent,
five hours every week,
which has shown me what to seek.
Look for truth, and loyalty,
is what karate taught me.

I am from the building blocks
that took so long to place.
Creation and creation,
came on to every space.

I am from the songs I wrote
that can only speak my mind.
The words do ring like a bell
to the melody inside.

I am from the tree
that has always stood to be.
Looking out at the land,
I finally understand.

I am from everything I have seen and been.
I am from my choices and mistakes,
my past and all the aches.
I am from my sorrows, and all the read tomes.
I am from a place, that only I can call home.