Hiding
I've run away from the truth
for years
hidden around corners
and behind trees
in a bizarre game of tag.
I thought I was winning.
I dropped a few hard words off at times
like death and acceptance
but some wouldn't hop off me,
like rage and guilt.
I fooled myself into thinking I was ahead.
And I'm still hiding behind trees
and over hills
because it is comfortable now, at least.
