Seeking

I wrote this a few years ago, and it refers to a time when I was around 13. It's not really a poem, but I like it anyway! :)

SEEKING

I never liked being chased in the dark. So when they played hide and seek outside on that summer night, I sat on the porch, chilly.

I looked up at the stars and saw my life stretched out in the sky, but I couldn't read what the story said. I didn't know.

Last night, I remembered that night and pressed my hand to the cold wall. It had a pulse. A life. Memories undetected and unknown to those who dwell here.

I distract myself with the promise of spring. Of birds and breeze. I anticipate a new life and that makes me forget...but only briefly.

I never was able to quit things easily.

I never was able to hide from my feelings.

I never liked leaving pieces of myself scattered.

I never liked being chased in the dark.