We Found You:

My poem was found,

Hiding in the shadows.

Keeping me company

While I hide in the lockers.
The stale air getting tense

As teachers walk by

Trying to find us.

I can hear the students,

“Why does she always sit in there?”

Their patronizing words make you smaller,

Cowering away you nudge me on.

Pad and pen ready stand

With the scent of the ink bleeding off of the paper,

All sounds stop

You find your way around

Ending on my small notebook.

Writing yourself I am invisible,

Both to you and to students.

No longer existent my poem is the only thing to hug me.

Then you show up.

You open the locker and take my hand.

“There’s no need to hide,

Take it in stride.”

My poem,

Discarded.

Forgotten about in your pocket.

Never read only written,

It’s new home is us.