Once, when I was younger,

there was this path,

I used to take it a lot,

let me to the top of a hill,

looked over the community around me,

my twelve year old self,

wanted to know,

just why I had been left behind.

I remember picking up small

picks of gravel,

tossing them in front of me,

not ever knowing

what difference it might make

to throw a rock off the top of a tiny hill.