Origins.

I am made of paper

Like the little cut outs people made in elementary school

In my purest form, I was a strong tree standing tall

I was a marvel of nature

I was turned into paper

Chopped down, shredded, and bleached

Lined with blue horizontal lines so I stay on the track they have given me

Lined with two red vertical lines to keep me inside their boundaries 

Covered in invisible scars from where they pressed to hard on the paper on top of me

There's ink on my paper that I put there

A path with a moon cause I've only ever known to walk in darkness

An anchor to remind me why I stay

And a word to take all the invisible scars away

I am made of fire

It flows through my veins

I am a creater and destroyer 

But I've learned to simmer it

Because they didn't like it when it lashed out and seared them

I am made of mountains

The places I've called home

Paper is flimsy and my fire is dying

But mountains are made of stone 

You can see them hiding in my cheekbones

Or when I set my jaw

I am mighty, I am unmovable, and I am strong

My origins are pure nature

Mauled by mankind.