I hid myself in barn rafters with owls and rats

it was a place my youthful mind invented

a place where strangers couldn’t enter

my heart belonged to nothing else

just youthful imaginations

the world stalled so many times waiting

for milestones like thirteen sixteen eighteen twenty-one

now with my eyes wet with disappointment

like stallions I never rode, of the black night

my mind remembers

thinking my future was a rose petal in an eternal pool

now knowing the pool has since drained with truth

death is eternal.