“Eight Thousand”
By Ashley O’Hare
Eight thousand days have come and gone,
but I cannot remember living a single one.
Did I waste my youth?
Were the risks worth getting by nail and tooth?
Of all the smiling faces I have seen,
mine never fit into the scene.
My heart is suffocating in this cast–
I’m tired of putting myself last.
One day I hope to feel with full capacity–
to step out and visit every city.
Until then these wounds require time to heal
so when that day comes it will feel real.
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