THE HORROR

Indi Varutti

Before I would fall, graze my knees and cry.
Mum would kiss it all better,
Comfort outweighed pain,
And off I ran, again.

Now invisible hurdles
Send me sprawling, crying.
So often these moments stumble
Together, concealing those where I’m not exposed,

And now I am taught to be scared.
Scared to trip too far off the path.
Growing up is entering that horror film,
The one you watched too young,
You scream at the main character to run,
But through that muffling screen, they hear nothing.