Where I'm From

I'm from love,
Old, yet strong.
I'm from pleasure,
That feeling of happiness.
I'm from many tries,
And only one successful try.
I'm from tears,
From the sadness of failure.
I'm from a blooming flower.
Now I'm watching the flower wither.
I'm from pure and utter beauty.
Oh, how beauty creases from time to time.
I'm from hope,
From the wish that maybe nothing can change into something.
I'm from death,
The kind of death that brings life.

This poem is dedicated to my late sister who would have been my older sister if she wasn't part of a miscarriage.

Message to Readers

Please tell me if there's anything I could change.

Peer Review

What detail most sticks out to you in this poem? What about it is memorable or revealing?

"I'm from love— I'm from pleasure— I'm from many tries" wow, that's beautiful. It's heart-touching.

What do you appreciate about this poem? Put another way, what can you learn from this poet, and apply to your own writing?

I really loved and appreciated the acknowledgement of how you were born. Through tries and tries and through tears and heartache, and finally after all your parents did, they got you. It's absolutely beautiful and touching.

Reviewer Comments

Sincerely, I really loved this piece. It was sad and sweet, twisting those two together to make a gorgeous, heart-warming piece. Great job! Keep writing, I can't wait to read more of your writing!
-Suri