The Question
I thought I saw my childhood image,
alas it is only a ghost lost in a phantom past.
The ghost-child seemed so abandoned
by the adult it had become.
Still, I wanted to get to know this entity,
ask it, ‘if it would have done what I did
with this life of ours, and would it have felt
shame or celebration?’
The image for an instant seemed to solidify,
a small voice spoke up:
“Do it just as you have done; your regrets
slowly kill me and they silence our future.”
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