Poems by Lauren Bowman

You’re not alone in this; you know that, right?
There are others like you.
Hiding. Running. Wishing
for a desire they keep hidden
            (but terrified of it coming true)
Swaying. Hoping. Begging
for change.
            (but terrified of something new)
Hesitant but leaping.
Whole but looking for what they’ve lost.
Wanting the world to see them
but unsure of who they are.

I thought it was your light
that kept me,
that guided me,
but when you left and the darkness came,
I found it was not you
who glowed;

It was me.