Follower Poem by Sarah Sisson

There were a lot of them, people....that I left behind.
Some we worse than others.

Most just functioned like me.
These are the folks I ran and drank with.....

...those that followed me like friends.
I know now that they were an echo of

something I wanted them to be.
They were there only for the taking.

Taking not of my possessions, but of me myself.
Now that I have moved on.

I get a call once in a while,
I hear the voice on the other end.....

.....of one of my old companions.
It is in those moments that I realized

how much I really do have to offer
this world because I see now,

I had nothing in common with
this taker in the first place.

Copyright 12-21-2008©® Sarah Sisson