Somebody

I don't know

who I am

any more:

a writer,

an activist

a lover of Truth?

I used to take pictures

and I was good at it

I called myself

a photographer

And once

I was a barista

sligning espresso

like I'd been born for it

I showed promise

of a powerful career

as a film maker

Imagining myself

on the red carpet

being photographed

and receiving accolades

for helping to preserve

our precious wildlife

There were dreams

to be a business catalyst

moving forward fresh,

eco-friendly entrepreneurs

to help green the world

and make money doing it.

She badly wanted

to be somebody

Somebody who mattered

Someone

wanted it so badly.

Who was that?

Now,

slowly releasing

this burden

of needing

to be

somebody.

it no longer fits

it was never

mine

and it's been

too heavy

for too long.