I'm from an open hand and a friendly smile

I'm from hard laughs and cheery hellos

I'm from good mornings and good nights and everything in between them

I'm from all of that because it is what I give to the people around me. Blessed by the strangers that by the grace of day get to echo some melody into my being.

I'm from an open mind, open beginnings, and an open book.  That when I speak my words they are an opening that few have ever taken.

I'm from shut in Mondays and shut in Tuesday all the way to shut in Sundays.  Where the sun rises only when my eyes begin to close.  

I'm also from no sleep any day everyday as my mind wonders to the places that it should not go.  That when I imagine my mind it looks like a little girl in red.  It kind of plays out like a story some fable that I play for myself repeatedly.  The child always putting their head in a wolves mouth even though they know better.  Because my story is based off of life and no huntsman ever comes to save them.

I'm from facing the truth that when a child goes into the woods alone they come out missing something or they never come out at all.

I'm from children know best, but also know worst.  Children know how to start the day with an open hand and a friendly smile but they don't know not to put their head in a wolves mouth.  

I'm from every child that ever got stuck in those **** woods, because they are the thoughts of mine that I reread over and over.

I'm from story telling that doesn't know when to stop  That when fiction blends itself into my own book I struggle to see my way through the thick of woods.  

When the story ends. Where does life begin.