A Song of My Selves Anna Braun

A Song of My Selves

Anna Braun

There was me. A girl with five names. An average brunette. Not sixteen. There was the crooked smile everyone loved, The gentle one that was full of confidence and true, burning joy, The contagious one that would not cease to spread positivity. There was me. And there were the questions, The ones that aimed to delve into the bone of every matter, The ones that proved she had endless curiosity, The ones that evoked a spark in every single little thing. “How do the blue jays fly?” the past me would ask, And her heart was convinced there had to be a definitive answer. “And how can people make a better world?” There was me. Always looking for a perfect world. Always sure there would be one.