a poem to my former self - rose

​“maybe the things we can’t look in the eye are the things we came here to see”
at the poetry jukebox, this line stopped me in my tracks. perhaps this was because it resonated so deeply with me. maybe because it’s the words i wish i could tell my former self. either way, i wrote a short poem about it.

it will always find you.
you can run, and you can hide
it will still always find you.
you can jump and you can fly
and even then,
it will always find you.
avoidance is simply procrastination,
putting off the inevitable,
wandering without a destination.
you set yourself up to fail,
you fall on your own sword,
you fuel the wrong fire
when you choose to ignore.
escapism is an art,
trust me, i thought i’d mastered it...
until every time i looked in the mirror,
i saw someone made of plastic.