Ready or not

Here I come

I’ve counted to

7, 12, 15, years now

Come out

Where ever you are.

Perhaps I can

Find myself under the 

Bed with monsters under

In the jaded eyes of

Mama who

Used to cradle me in her

Heart’s embrace and

Whisper to me

A special something like

A candied orange

For the soul.

Tongue writhingly tart

And just a little too sweet

Enough to wrap the sweetness 

Away for a 

Cup of tea that has

Lost its warmth.

Just

For the little girl who

Warmed her mother’s palm

Come out wherever you are.

I’ve already looked for myself, her innocence in

The dimming eyes of papa

Who told her stories of

The world’s life 

Like a plate of

Spaghetti

Of the connections

That make up

The faces of our world and

Of a place beyond

That which we can touch

Where the minds lips

Can kiss the hand 

Of the heart’s hopes.

He speaks above

A hush, and tells me

To walk down the stairs

Of a trail only

In her love

To the solace in her

World where the sun

Never sleeps

And the stream never

Slows and the

Caterpillars never

Hatch.

Come out where ever you are. 

Are you still hiding?

Don’t worry. I’m patient.

I’ve been

Looking in this mirror for

Longer than I should

Looking for

Myself.

Her face is

Far too small for 

My face.

But I’ll wait till

I find me, for

When she peeks out

From under her jade mask

I will tell her

I love you. And to

Please come back.