Hooky

In the winter snow
bleakest and cold - blooms impulse
to be bad and rest here in warmth
rather than face
hard cold roads;
and dark returns.
Here in your smile,
I'd rather write
and study, reading.

Funny how when finally
facing adulthood,
I don't feel the need
to "act' adult,
and can rest my bones,
playing hooky
(just this one time)
because just maybe
living life
is just as important as grades.

I used to pride myself
on the things no one noticed,
like no absences
in a whole semester.
Now my pride
is in not running from myself
but facing the mirror
and telling myself
that it's all just fine.