and then it's september again
and i'm no closer to finding the answers than i was in january
and I'm trying to move on but i'm haunted by all the past septembers
i'm sitting cross legged on my bed looking out the window
it's the same place i grew up but it will never be the same
and there's a yearning in me for that safe place i found in the woods when I was nine
climbing trees with my brother
long hair, barefoot, overalls
but the neighbors cut down all the trees
and i cut off all my hair
and me and my brother are strangers now
and i'm too afraid to go back
everything has changed but it all feels the same
and i'm not at home in the house i grew up in
and i know it'll be okay, eventually, because that's what everyone says
but right now i just want to fade away like the ghosts that find me every september
YOU ARE READING
words i never said
Poetrysolid ground feels strange under my feet like i've been at sea for a long time and i want to sink back into old habits the places i must never go back to you're not here to stop me my name is nova. these are the words i never said.
