Your way is not my way


Your way is not my way
my focus is a different one
you may find it
ugly
unsettling
distasteful
even disturbing
To me, though,
it is the most beautiful one
since I found it myself
on that frozen, frigid sunday morning
sleep-drived
walking through the secluded alley
solitary
no one
giving me pointers
preachings
lessons
lectures

I bent down to tie my shoelace
Looked up, and there it was
The sign
there for me
to ignore and forget
Because
my focus, now, is a different one
most importantly
it’s mine

Copyright © 2016 Annie Weibull