You came
but I was away
ignoring your presence.
I came
but you were not around
missing your presence.
We kept missing each other
not meeting
thus never getting to know you better.
There are times you were around
I know
but I kept missing you
for I was not honest
missing the obvious.
Being untrue
out of fear
I hide from you and lament
that you are the reason for my block
in finding the truth.
I did not see
I played that game
my very own game
of hide and seek
hiding myself
and not finding myself
for I seek not my folly
but instead pursued aimlessly
forgotten what I have hidden.
Until I wake from this delusion
a child play
I continue to grief
why unfairness gets me
not seeing how I set
the trap myself
and snared myself to it.
Ridiculous! Ridiculous!
How can that be?
I lament.
Go to the beginning
I am told, wisely;
of each end
and I will find my beginning there.
For at the beginning I will find my end
and each end, my story untold.