The hill

I groan in the view of the hill,
 I have no idea what's hidden behind it,
 

but my heart doesn't

want to go back.
 
 The air enters my chest with difficulty
 and two wrinkles dance on my forehead.
 
 When did it all change and
 when did I become who I am,

 I asked the tree when

I curled up under its shadow.
 
 I have felt a lot,

but this feeling that kicks
 in my chest is new

and pursues me
 as I continue my journey,
 

my only friend, enemy and companion.

Alexandra Sotiropoulou