Ab Ovo
I'm from tiny box houses and creaky-doored barns
I'm from a love that speaks volumes and a love that breaks arms
I'm a candle softly lit who flickers a quiet flame
I'm a "let it be" speaking soul who was scared to hear her name
I'm from too thin walls and suffocating paint
I'm from a hidden father's shadow that's disguised as a saint
I'm from cringe-worthy dreams and pent up screams
I'm a message in crumpled up leaves and pillow soft cream
I'm a ruby-feathered cardinal whose song is seldom sung
I'm a lullaby-seeking bluebell tattooed with a past newly hung
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community