When I was young

I didn’t fear the snakes

or ghosts that walked

The mountains at night.

 

The thing that crept

from deep inside

and made me sick most every night?

Feeling unloved and alone.

 

I earned the A’s

I starred in plays

and changed to earn

Applause, love and invitations.

I lost the things

that made me…me

traded her in for adoration.

She’s lost somewhere like those ghosts.

 

She wanders in circles

raising children who will leave

and in the silent house

That feeling will return.

 

 

 

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