Where I'm From (Isn't Where I'm Going)

 Where I'm from - 

a ramshackle of a city,
in the midst of a frozen-over season,
to a house ever so gritty
and a family with no reason.

a childhood of mismatched streets,
apartments, swings, and video games
leading up to long naps under worn sheets
and nightmares full of flames.

mornings came, and seasons fade
all leading up to this day.
still yet we walk to that bittersweet parade,
never to reflect on the past with naivete.

Where I'm Going -

now summer nights are filled with heavy thoughts,
paperback novels, and my sister's sigh.
it's all a matter of casting lots
while my brothers are on standby.

memories remain evermore,
but dreams of rosin and string cast a flight
where others question whatever for
and those lights have never shined so bright. 

words left unsaid cast silhouettes
of hazel eyes like a ghost.
only to be spared by hopes of life's cadets,
queens and pawns searching for what they love most.