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I COME FROM by Jamie Burgess

The inspiration for this poem came from a writing workshop I'm currently participating in…

The writing prompt I was given was in the form of a question "Where do you come from?" and these words immediately came tumbling out onto the page. I'm normally an over thinker with perfectionist tendencies, and so with that comes hardcore procrastination - especially when it comes to my writing. This time, for whatever reason, I was able to easily let go and allow my heart to guide me...and it felt amazing. 

I Come From
by Jamie Burgess

I come from bloodlust and benevolence
from the loins of warriors and priests
men who carried fierce fires in their bellies
passed them down like family heirlooms
raging for centuries

I was born
with a desperate thirst for water
for oceans and rivers
and heavy rainstorms
craving cool, damp earth
under my feet
and the knowing that comes
when sitting
in the company of trees

a tree’s roots dive deep into the ground
patiently seeking water
not so much seeking
as expecting
never doubting
steadily growing
reaching for light

I remember
in those moments
I come from light

I come from light
I come from light
I come from light

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Jamie Burgess is a wild, creative, adventurous heart. She is a mama, writer, doula, tree hugger, star gazer, devourer of books, adorer of music, and photographer-in-the-making. Her heart’s desire is to encourage and inspire others with her art and life. She is committed to living with courage, daily, and following her heart, always. You can connect with her on both Facebook here and Instagram here. 







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  1. What a glorious poem!! I think we may be distant cousins, Jamie. I was born with that same thirst...

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