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.