poetry

“This Morning” Poem of the Day (2022)

This Morning

By Ashley O’Hare

This morning

I got out of bed

because he cannot be victorious.

Last night’s nightmares came

from the dread in my head

of my last first kiss.

I lie to myself

that my wounds have healed,

but I still feel the sting.

If only I could forget

about my childhood dream

of a prince with a ring.

I know it is time

to grow up—

I have seen the signs.

So I’ll lie again to the mirror,

stand up straighter,

and pray that it will get easier with time.

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