Sometimes I Steal

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

Sometimes I steal.

I see something I like

and I take it

and make it my own.

I saw a choral director once

and I really liked his style.

I stole from him.

I stole his hunch of shoulder,

his small subtle moves

and the grand sweeping

swing of his baton.

I read a book and stole from it.

The author touched me profoundly

and I liked his words so much

that I adopted them as my own.

He said ‘believe in yourself, your ideas’,

and so, I did.

He said, ‘you can …’

and so, I am.

He said, ‘forgive others,’

and so, I forgave.

He said, ‘what if’

and I thought, and pondered,

and tried, and pretended,

and so, some of my dreams

became more than ‘what if’.

They became real.

I borrow and steal
every day.

I am a thief,

And I am happy.

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