Hidden

It is hidden.
From the outside,
You can’t tell.
But from the inside,
Looking out,
You know it’s there.
How can something,
So small, so covered,
Be so destructive?
It will take you from us,
Make you leave us, and
There is nothing we can do to make it stop.
Just know this,
This one thing,
That wherever this,
Thing,
May take you,
Wherever you may go,
There will always,
Always,
Be someone here at home,
Who will miss you.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman