I am from the wooden house that creaks to every step.
From the love that surrounds me and I kept.
From the sizzling carne asada at my grandma's house.
From the laughter, the cries, the smiles, the frowns.
I am from my toy room where I spent long hours engulfed in imagination.
From the piano that sings along with my fingers.
From the friends that come and go through out the years.
From the spirituality and strong relationship I maintain with God.
I am from past's memories which remain present in me.
From the pencil and paper that come along in my journey.
From the chapters written, screamed in my journal.
From the narrow path I keep on walking.
I am from the sandy beaches and crashing waves.
From the caring teachers that helped me on the way.
From the insane to logical thoughts in my mind.
From the joy I keep trying to find.
I am from my mother's love who withstands my every fall.
From the Bible from which I try to follow every law.
From the colors that make my eyes and mind alive.
I am from the changes made
and taken sighs.