by Brianna G. Harte
The steps I’ve always taken,
The baggage I’ve always carried,
The shoes I keep on wearing,
Are these what make me me?
Or do other things define me,
Show my personality through?
Can I leave those things behind,
To let the real me shine in the open?
The people I share joy in meeting
The songs that I listen to while alone
The activities I’ve dreamed of doing
May carry myself farther than
Those walks on which I always go.
Those splatters on a sketchbook,
Those story seeds strewn on the wall,
Those pictures I keep on taking,
Perhaps they say it all.
Copyright © 2017 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.
First poem back after writing stories for a while. It feels good to write one again!