On coloring books and blank slates

I see myself
A little bit like
A coloring book
Full of fresh pages

I want to approach 
New people 
New situations
With a blank slate
Without the baggage
Of a book full of 
already colored pages
So maybe we can
Color in 
one of my pages
Together 
In a way
That is beautiful 
To both of us 

But there are times
When it is so hard
To be a blank slate
To be
“All things
To all people”
And to have such an
Elusive grasp
On a sense of my own identity 
And I wonder if
In the end
It is really the better way

-written Fall 2019