Literature
A Place to Hide
A Place to Hide
It is difficult to remember a time that I didn't need a place to hide.
Try as I might, to go further back in my childhood memories, thinking,
" Ahhh, here I did not need to hide!".
Yet after further inspection of my memories,
around that space in time, I find
I still needed a place to hide.
Some folk, who believe in going so far back they analyze womb memories,
would say that I never wanted to leave the womb,
that already then, I needed a place to hide.
But there they would be wrong, I was two weeks early, not late.
The womb was neither the place or time -
I wanted to hide.
The place I always have wanted