Challenge
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” — Anaïs Nin
Poetry
Possession
I categorize the world based on how much of it is mine.
How many things still have the remnants of my fingerprints on their surface?
How many footsteps have I left that have not yet blown to dust?
There are places in the world that I will never see.
Never touch, never know.
They are only mine in imagery, in dream.
My own forced perspective on what they could be.
I will run my fingers over the spines of a thousand library books and never know the words inside.
But the joy as I walk by is mine.
I will wait hours for a phone that never rings and never know the reason why.
But the sorrow as I leave it is mine.
I read my books, I borrow my sisters clothes.
I walk my own path, I pursue my own goals.
The world is my oyster;
it’s for me, I, and mine.
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