I am from cold rinks and early mornings,
from spins and jumps before sunrises.
I am from the scrape of blades on ice,
the process of falling, and the ice beneath my knees.
I am from getting back up, and practice makes perfect.
I am from rain and sunshine,
and the stars through the trees.
I am from my mother’s laugh
(“A little rain won’t hurt you”)
I am from walks to the river,
to walks to the forest.
I am from mango trees,
with a sweet summer breeze,
the feel of paper,
lost in a book.
I am from the pages filled with beautiful worlds,
that live in my mind.
I am from tears and laughter and happily ever after.
I am from boardwalks and hotels on little coloured squares,
with colourful paper money and a small shiny cat.
I am from vegan meatball pasta,
and I always want more Parmesan.
I am from stress and dedication,
and the joy of the job well done.
I am from making things perfect,
even when it's not worth it.
I am from visiting grandparents in Ukraine,
comfort and love flowing through my veins.
I am from my grandparents’ beautiful kitchen,
which is always in wonderful condition.
I am from icing and flour,
dough rising for an hour.
I am from daisies and pine needles,
and hazy days in fading rays.
I am from all those moments,
memories and experiences,
that make me me,
a part of the family tree,
evolving and growing,
step by step,
moment by moment.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 2:10 PM UTC
I am from cold rinks and early mornings,
from spins and jumps before sunrises.
I am from the scrape of blades on ice,
the process of falling, and the ice beneath my knees.
I am from getting back up, and practice makes perfect.
I am from rain and sunshine,
and the stars through the trees.
I am from my mother’s laugh
(“A little rain won’t hurt you”)
I am from walks to the river,
to walks to the forest.
I am from mango trees,
with a sweet summer breeze,
the feel of paper,
lost in a book.
I am from the pages filled with beautiful worlds,
that live in my mind.
I am from tears and laughter and happily ever after.
I am from boardwalks and hotels on little coloured squares,
with colourful paper money and a small shiny cat.
I am from vegan meatball pasta,
and I always want more Parmesan.
I am from stress and dedication,
and the joy of the job well done.
I am from making things perfect,
even when it's not worth it.
I am from visiting grandparents in Ukraine,
comfort and love flowing through my veins.
I am from my grandparents’ beautiful kitchen,
which is always in wonderful condition.
I am from icing and flour,
dough rising for an hour.
I am from daisies and pine needles,
and hazy days in fading rays.
I am from all those moments,
memories and experiences,
that make me me,
a part of the family tree,
evolving and growing,
step by step,
moment by moment.