poetry

“My Past” Poem of the Day (2022)

My Past

By Ashley O’Hare

Maybe if I stall

a while longer,

I will be spared

the agony of aging.

I can remain

a child forever-

blissfully ignorant

of taxes and changing weather.

Whether or not

my face changes,

I do not want to alter my path.

I want to trudge back to the past.

My past

filled with toys and fruit juice.

My past

where I made a pact

with my heart

to never fall apart.

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