No

Sneaking a small glance
over my left shoulder
to gather a glimpse of who,
of what
I once was.

Never were my sights
set on my past,
but now my eyes
can’t seem to stray
from a looking-glass
perspective.

The longer I look,

the closer I become.

No.

Keep my eyes straight,
keep my mind steady.
Grow–
don’t fade.

*It’s crazy where your mind will take you when you just start typing away with no planned thought. This is the first poem I have written in about a year and a half so please be kind. It was written in less than 5 minutes and I had no idea where this was going when I started typing, so I guess you can consider it “freestyle”? haha