By Ashley O’Hare
I have never understood
Why people think they have just one life,
Because there on a shelf of wood
Are hundreds of lives in which I thrive.
Deep within the pages from a tree
Are adventures, lessons, friendships,
And characters that are now a part of me,
Ready for me to join them on their latest trip.
One life could simply never be enough.
I would be too naive—
Incapable of calling one out on their bluff
If the experience from my limited days was all I had achieved.