Hiding is exhausting

Falling
from my
mother’s womb
into blaring
lights and life
I knew…
this one was
going to be
hard.

I tried to go
back.

I tried to
renege;
backpedalling
by not breathing.
Aiming for
formlessness.

It didnt’ work.

Damn CPR.

Thought about running
again
a dozen or so
years later.

No dice.

So, I quietly folded
into myself.
Decided invisibility
was just as good.

Only, it wasn’t.

People saw me
anyway.

Hiding is exhausting.

I give up.

There isn’t
any other
way
to
be.

This
contradictory
self
is
all
I
have.

Might as well
see how fast
and how far
she can go
if I turn her loose
and
don’t
look
back.

Could
be fun.

© 2016 Tracie Nichols

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