The Curse Of Being A Follower

The Curse Of Being A Follower 

Written by M 

I am the shadow to your light,

The foot print to your stride,

A delicate trail of perfume,

A path in which I abide.

I am a bruise from a fight, 

The night sky to your stars,

A fallen leaf to your tree,

Hidden are my scars.

I am the bullet to your gun,

The wind to your sails, 

A pride to its lion,

You won’t hear my wails.

I am never far away,

Yet feel so far behind,

By your side I always stay,

Absent from your mind.

Hey Guys!

So I wrote this poem on what I imagine it's like to be a follower. I consider myself to be more of a leader, but I do have a ton of respect for people who lean more towards following. It is important to learn both how to lead and to follow- I contiually struggle with finding the right balance between the two. 

Thanks for reading! 

Molly xoxo 

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