Cat Way Poet Epic

Where I Am From

I am from day old make up, from hand me down clothes and sharpie covered arms.

I am from a dirt filled well and barefoot on gravel

I am from black and brown caterpillars to the landlord’s koi pond with orange and silver creatures nibbling on my toes

I am from unwanted yearly get togethers and harsh words and tears, from Tia and Lisa to uncle Ricky  and the kids who are unfortunate enough to understand

I am from stuberness and bitterness with flashes of extreme bipolar

From “never letting down your walls” to “men are not to be trusted”

Well I have news, I didn't listen

I am from the trees, the water, the earth, the wind and the sun. I am from everything and will come back again and again, something new but always ignored

I am from Portland, land of addicts and freaks

Ramen noodles and sugar-less kool aid to grandma’s boiled over salted chicken with bisquick mushy dumplings

From the uncle who’s afraid to get close, the mom who is now finally trying to  connect but will never be able to fix the static of our relationship to the aunt who does nothing but drown her problems with a bottle of whatever is on sale

I am from nowhere for I have been everywhere. the everywhere is nowhere. Home has never been a word used much, theres only rest stops

Sheds. trailers, friends beds and couches to the ground.

Life goes up and down, so I am from the waves of living, from doubt and open arms, from hands to hands, hiding in cracks.
I am from here.

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Timothy Jacks December 26, 2012 at 5:07 PM Hell, it sounds like we from the same place. I cant even read it all I dont want to go back there. but hey your crafty with words, use them to serve you. A very nice poem, Im goin back to read it all, thanx for reminded me where i came from

Debbie Guzzi December 2, 2012 at 1:44 PM Many of the world's finest writer are from or have been to the same place ;) LIKE Jack Kerouac read his book of poetry & prose called [On the Road] to Ernest Heminway who wrote from war zones. Keep writing like this and you are bound to follow in their footsteps. Welcome to Soup I look forward to reading more of your work. Light & Love

Poet Destroyer A November 27, 2012 at 9:06 PM Cat, love the verse and the power you use to present where you're from... always~pd

Carol Sunshine Brown November 26, 2012 at 12:11 PM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer you this afternoon Cat. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you find even more inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol

Michael J. Falotico November 25, 2012 at 5:33 PM Excellent poetry. Very much enjoyed your soul pouring in this piece. Michael

Cat Way November 20, 2012 at 3:58 PM Thanks so much!

Vicky Tsiluma November 20, 2012 at 10:19 AM Poignantly written Cat! You've described the scenario so vividly as to be clearly viewed by the reader. The flow of the writing renders it easy to follow and the theme opens up the world in the poem. Very well written poem!