Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Being Found



 You can’t play hide and seek

with yourself forever.

Eventually the thunder reaches into

your secret hollows and slumbering roots.

   

       Eventually

       the years jump out to meet us,

       whether we accept them or not.



The rest of the task is learning which side

a gate opens out on while unlearning

what it meant to be lost.



J. Pratt-Walter, ©  2019



1 comment:

  1. For some reason, this one touched my emotions and brought me to tears. I don't feel I have been hiding from myself, but I think it is experiences of feeling somewhat emotionally disconnected and spiritually homeless in this world that causes my heart to resonate with this poem.

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