I Am From Art

I am from art.
The stroke of a paint brush;
The squeeze of a icing bag;
The sting of a needle
creating the colors of life on skin.

I am from books.
The turn of an untouched page;
Smelling like parchment,
Creasing softly under fingers;
New adventures on every page.

I am from the woods,
Trees on every turn.
I am from where there once was
a pond, a tree,
But is now nothing more than
a line of cookie cutter houses.

I am from music.
The strum of a guitar;
The gental hum of the strings
Each pluck playing a new note
of a familiar song.

I am from a camera;
Snappin shots of life and love;
Each shot telling an unknown story.

I am from writing;
My words telling a story.
I am from where my thoughts
create a vision of joy,
Where my heart is as open as a book itself.

I am from art.
Each stroke creatig who I am,
Painting the picture of me.
And where Im from.