A letter from May 12th, 2021

hey future growing up feels like being left behind the people around you aged leaving you holding the remains of childhood in the budding light of dawn alone and unafraid like a game of hide and seek that had gone on too long you stayed hiding while everyone walked away and gotten jobs hiding in the brush waiting to be found to be coaxed out by gentle hands and to be told everything was alright but you lay there in the dark silent and unmoving then as day broke over the horizon you found you had outgrown your hiding place grown up but not ready to be picked up by rough hands that drew you up and said kindly but not gently welcome to the world soon you find your hands calloused but soft shaping a home in the unfamiliar and as you spy someone in the bushes waiting for something you think perhaps you were not left behind after all