Hidden From Sight

I put on a sweatshirt,

Put on some pants,

Summer is coming,

And I don’t stand a chance.

 

I go downstairs knowing,

That outside it ain’t snowing,

It’s eighty degrees,

But I’ve got people to please.

 

I open the door,

And melt with the heat,

That I knew would be coming,

Since I got up from sleep.

 

Outside people question,

Why I’d deal with this heat,

They don’t know I have secrets,

Which I sure plan to keep.

 

Inside again I am free,

Not hidden in layers,

My mother stares at me,

And keeps me in her prayers.

Claire

VT

13 years old

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