A year has gone by, almost
Trying to hide
Like a child in a game
Breathing quiet in a stuffy closet
Friends racing around
Hoping both to be found
and not
The only sound the blood rushing
Trying not to laugh
not to cry out
not to give away where one is
Yet craving the moment the door opens
And 'It' is standing there, laughing
Saying, "Found you!"
But this is a different game
We are adults now, with lives
And I am not hiding
from my friends, or my love
I am not in a closet, under a table, behind the bed
I am not crouched, waiting to be discovered
Because I am hiding
not from others
but from the world itself
and myself
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