By Mia Hanuska
i miss the days when i was young
and every day was filled with sun
when i’d build yurts of blankets and sticks
and light each faux candlestick
now i build my mental walls of bricks
and put on a smile as the camera clicks
when i’d create stories for each of my dolls
and come home with dollar-store hauls
now i create daydreams where everything stalls
so i no longer have to feel the closing-in walls
i miss the days when i was young
but now that verse has been fully sung