Footsteps
We all come to that point in our lives, where
we try to figure out who we are and what
we believe. What we stand for and
a place where we feel like we belong. It's
kind of like you never realized that you
were lost and walking in a stranger's shoes.
That feeling that you get around other people
who know who they are. But do these people
know you? How can they even begin to
know who you are when you don't even know
for yourself. A path you build while searching
for a clue of where you are going and
who will actually be there in the end.
It can take anything to knock you down
and leave you with a bunch of single
pieces. Pieces you try to memorize and place
together. Yet you cannot force the pieces
of yourself together. They naturally
fit a certain pattern, a pattern that
makes up who you are. We have all asked
the question Who Am I? So really who
are you? Or at least who do you think you
are at this moment, this shred of time,
this person you portray. Some of us are
born with a strong idea of who we are,
while some of us are left trying to brush
away the footprints we left down a path
we wished we had not traveled. You are
a complex person and the journey you
reach inside of yourself reflects the person
you are. Maybe I don't know who I am
and maybe I won't know for awhile, but
thanks to you, now I know what I never
want to be, I am fine just being me.- Sarah K. Anderson
Untitled
Reflecting on my life and the choices I made
Each way I went and the consequences that paid.
The crossroads had multiplied at least a million times
Each decision on which way to go flashed before my eyes.
The paths can be led by truth, deceit, or even a dead-end
You have to choose a path by the way that it bends.
A word, a way, almost stray
Along a path that will change one day.
I looked at the footprints encrusted in the dirt
And knew I wanted to take the path
where my footprints would be the first.
-Sarah K. Anderson
If Only
The hurricane of lies brushed over the town
and the rumors swelled from the floor
The windows drip with the conscious
of a soul that got lost inside itself
Buried under "if onlys" and "I wish I didn'ts"
lies that soul, broken.
Broken into so many pieces it's left unrecognizable
And upon every broken piece was a written promise:
No matter how far you run
Your past will always haunt you.
-Sarah K. Anderson
-Sarah K. Anderson
If Only
The hurricane of lies brushed over the town
and the rumors swelled from the floor
The windows drip with the conscious
of a soul that got lost inside itself
Buried under "if onlys" and "I wish I didn'ts"
lies that soul, broken.
Broken into so many pieces it's left unrecognizable
And upon every broken piece was a written promise:
No matter how far you run
Your past will always haunt you.
-Sarah K. Anderson
