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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