Rag Dolls

My freshman year of college I went through a poetry phase. I haven't written a verse since, but the ideas I came up with then, though clumsily written, manage to reflect my current thoughts. As I'm graduating and thinking about my "dream" job (and life), identity keeps coming up. It feels as if I just keep adding pieces and dropping others as I find what works and what doesn't. It's an interesting process and this little poem kinda says how I think about it.

Who am I?

The never-ending question,

So we watch,

We learn,

We see things we like,

Pick them up,

Use them,

Make them a part of us.

Perhaps a mannerism here,

A favorite song there.

All of us,

Little rag dolls,

Made from memories,

Observations,

A collection of pieces

Picked up from others

Weaving us together,

Our identities,

Inseparable.