A Map of Myself

By Charley O

Maps; a piece of paper with a

million stories

Every single dot placed with

intention and purpose

I feel like a map sometimes; more

of an accumulation of information

than a sentient collection.

People use me like a map, using

me as a guide, only to discard me

once my “purpose” is fulfilled

I want to read myself; exploring

the world, using myself as a guide

I want to see what this planet has

to offer, and I want to see all the

people within it.

I don’t want to be a map, not exactly

A map implies I am an item, and

that is something I refuse to be.

Rather, I want to be something

that evades people, but makes

sense to me.

Maybe a map in a different

language?

Yes, that’s what I’ll be.

A map only I can understand.