Poem

Katy Hillbo

Late last night, I lay in bed.
I heard something drop
like a disappointment onto the floor.
Rolling into a pool of light
was my Past.
Funny, how it was like nothing
hitting the wood
and yet the force of it resonated within me.I lay snuggled deep in my cozy Present,
not wanting to disturb the bedclothes to see.
Yet, the Future of what I might find
lay like Possibility, glittering in front of me

Just out of reach.
I’m tired, I said.
Or cowardly? Past mocked.

I thought about this.
What would I have to face if I looked?
What would I find that I had
missed?

I knew what, although I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

I turned over, tried to sleep,
but Past sat there on the floor
like a spoiled child,
nagging me to pay attention.
To Look at me! Look at me!

I took a Valium and snored away my emptiness.

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