How Would It Be
How would it be
if the many versions of your imperfect self
were like dogs
that you kept until they grew old,
and you not wanting to put them down
when their time came?
You wouldn’t need to teach
them anymore,
or keep telling them to let go
of your past.
You could take them for a walk
leashed of course,
while you took those most necessary
steps
away from yourself.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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