A Hundred

            I have a hundred songs that sum me up better than I can say.             A hundred snapshots that look more like me than any mirror can.             A hundred places that are me peeled away to the core.             A hundred pieces that are broken and don’t fit but somehow all amount to me.             A hundred moments I can pinpoint when I became a little more of who I am today.             A hundred glances I wish I could bottle up and store away at sea.             A hundred sounds I’d love to replay time and time again.             A hundred words that come together in some sort of cryptic poem.             A hundred laughs that could fill a horizon full of hot air balloons.             A hundred questions that still get asked more each day.             A hundred answers that I still long to find.             I am a hundred different people to a hundred different people             A hundred different faces I find myself forced to make.             But in the end I’m really just one person with one song and one soul.             I’m one snapshot and one story needing one savior.            I could write a hundred books that all amount to that one simple fact.             A hundred voices inside my head say I’ll do it, too.