She spent her days playing down the creek.
Down behind the houses, climb the fence,
push through the pine trees, tumble down the hill.
Down there I was all alone, turning over rocks,
and searching for snakes or frogs.
I hear someone rustling through the trees.
I look around there's no one I can see.
She draws nearer too me,
Am I not alone?
This is someone I have pushed away many times before.
Why does she keep coming back to me?
It's time I face my fears.
A little girl walks right by me. Skinned knees.
She is a little chubby with matted and knotted thin blond hair.
Her skin is darkened from the sunlight beating her all day
and maybe some bruises and dirt.
I followed her down the leaf covered path,
I'm running after her.
We are deep into the forest,
I need to turn back, I am too afraid.
But then she vanishes before my eyes.
So, I return to the creek and flip the stones
Catching water spiders.
Maybe next time she won't run away and
maybe next time I can face her