My Song

By: Abby Sublett

It’s hard to find who I am.

I know this could take long.

What sets me and others apart?

Where do I choose to stand?

I want answers to appear like the bang of a gong.

Reaching down into my heart,

or searching up above.

Finally at last, I find a song.

Not the music that appears on a chart,

but something that comes from true love.

I can express myself in music.

The tang of the tune tasted sweet, rather than tart.

Music, as peaceful as a dove,

or guitar sounds, electric or acoustic.

Songs, feelings from inside, love in my heart, enough.

Now not hard to find who I am.