Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

Sprinting to go someplace new

I’m so different than them

Away from small town & small minds

Farther & farther I go

the distance becomes my closest friend

I’m uprooted

Unsure how to reconnect

It hits me

All people are the same

But my people aren’t here

They’re in that small town

Now scattered, broken, bruised

How do I call my grandmother?

She doesn’t recognize my new last name

I keep moving

So much has changed

It’s all I can do.