Childhood Maze

My younger self would love thisDucking through doors Navigating alleyways Brightly colored walls and windows A hideout at the top of the hill The ultimate tree house Running up the steep steps Smiling and laughing....

My older self forms the questions Is this happiness right? Is it everything here?

I can’t help but have the feeling This isn’t the whole picture A Missing Piece Unseen by my eyes

I am not a child anymore I see the trash, the dirt, the grime. I sense the missing part of the puzzle The one undetected by My younger self

I know I shouldn’t want to live here In this maze In this heat In this slum

But sitting in a circle On this pink tiled floor I feel otherwise

Here with my friends I see A childhood maze The Ultimate Tree House

--Rachel