Upon my return,
Backs to me, I go unnoticed.
I am invisible again,
Knuckles pressed to the glass window pane
Before it shatters like my heart did.
It was all I ever had.
In the city,
There’s no talk of the bright meadows or the thick woods.
No talk of hiding in the barn on warm summer nights
Giggling when the girls screamed, “BATS!”
Overgrown pine trees,
Sap on my hands
It was all I ever had.
When did I start to slip?
I guess it got cold that winter.
I should have wiped my eyes in the fall
When the goldenrod made me sneeze.
Running to the fields beyond me,
I was a failed representation of my mental state.
It was all I ever had.
When the sky cleared for spring
Was when I lit the match.
I didn’t want to be invisible, so I bit the hands that fed me.
People closed their ears
And even turned their heads.
I wanted autumn to come again
It was all I ever had.
Upon my my return,
Backs to me, I go unnoticed.
He’ll keep his eyes on the 50 yard line
And only turn his head if I bother to show my face.
Fingerprints on my wrists when I had to leave,
I guess I never was invisible.
His kind words were all I ever had.
So when I return, I flash my smile
In respect to the bridges I burned.
Pick me my goldenrod, 66,
But leave room for me in the headlines.
– 8/28/17
Writing by Lannah 