My Great Mistake
By Ashley O’Hare
Recently I made a mistake;
I started re-reading the story of my life.
Things look different
in the absence of a rosy tint
that was always too childlike.
My happy memories
once a fuzzy and warm hug
now leave a sour illness in my gut
because in hindsight
no light can be that bright.
I’m embarrassed by my choice of words,
my impressive state of deep oblivion
and the clothes I left the house in.
Too many years have passed
to remember the naive joy of the moment.
Now I’m left disappointed—
a ghost of the innocent girl’s enjoyment.
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