HIDE

As a child we hid behind our mothers legs.
Overtime we grew out of that with the passing age.
From the shelter of our mothers care.
One had no reason to be scared.
The toddler grows to reach for the stars.
No journey is too distant or too far.
Idols become a passionate dream.
A child is just as excited for ice cream.
A search for identity within a carrier.
While a silent pressure comes from our peers.
Making a name for oneself becomes a must.
No one knows why we have this insatiable lust.
But we know that we must, we must, we must.
For time quickly turns to dust.
“We must” connects with necessity,
And necessity makes a mess of society.
The lines become blurred with reason and pride.
Is it pride or a human going against the tide?
Failure often consumes the mind of the meek.
But the ignorant don’t see the passing week.
The meek crumbled under the foot of darkness.
The proud don’t recognize the blade’s sharpness.
Both grow insane with keeping up to a dream.
They drown the adult sorrows in bucks of ice cream.
No matter how perfect or grand they become.
Hatred and bitterness of speech will come.
They will either keep up with this games,
Or they will hide from the constant shame.
Hiding just like they did as a kid.
Minus the mothers leg, from which they hid.
Who would be their comfort?
Consider their temper as short.
Like a toddler with no one to run to,
They forget how to tie their own shoes.
They recede from the eyes of many.
And resort to flipping a penny.
Was this what they were intended to be?
Certainly that’s not the best to believe.
How do they stop hiding from their peers?
For it is this, that a human is consumed by their fears.
When boundaries are easily crossed,
And disrespect has them feeling cross.
They hide from the stage lights because the shadow is cast.
It tells of a story when things got recast.
When their youth returns to them in a different way.
When they choose whether they will hide or stay.

by R.D. Jess