she makes poems

This thing
kept calling to say
it had something for me
if I was ready
to be a big girl.
Sounded like a challenge to me.
So naturally, I said,
“Hell, yeah,”
packed some things
and runned away from home
to go play.

It was fun
for a minute.
Okay. Maybe two.

I learned
about the
hero and
that journey
he keeps taking
always ending up
back where
he started
only different
and

I learned
the difference
between
a pantser
and me
and

I learned
how long I could sit
in a chair to make
something do
what I said it should do
just cuz
I said so
and

I learned
the steps
to a new dance
and

I learned
to ignore
anybody
not out
on the floor
with me
and

I learned
why my favorite
daemon-muse
was always
so unhappy and

I learned
I didn’t want to be
that kind of
a big girl
and

I learned

I was already a big girl

so here I am
back where
I started
only different

cuz now I know:

sometimes
the hero is
a big girl
what’s runned
away from home
looking for
something
she’s left behind.