When I was a kid,
I used to play hide-and-go-seek.
Pretty early on I learnt
Anywhere can be a hiding place
If you do it right.
When I grew up I discovered
That nobody stops playing
Because anywhere can be a hiding place.
Honest poetry is a hiding place
If you use words nobody will understand anyway
And
behind a mountain of chocolate is good too.
When you hide behind pretending to love your ugly body
Nobody seems to find you.
You can hide behind a group of friends
Or a big pile of money,
The game will take just as long.
You can hide in a hobby,
Or a bad relationship,
Or facebook posts that claim nobody loves you.
You can hide behind a smile,
Or an early bedtime,
Or a bedtime that never comes.
What’s interesting is
That nobody plays
The game of hiding and seeking
Without the seeking.
At the end of the day,
The game is the same,
And when somebody finds you
It’s finally game over.
Trust me,
One day…
Somebody will find you.
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So simple but impactful, love it.
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Thank you. Glad you felt the message
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