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  • I'm looking for time.
    Have any of you seen her?
    This may sound crazy,
    But I wanted to ask her a favor.
    I thought she could help me;
    She'll do anything if you ask nicely.
    I hope I haven't made her angry.
    I just...
    I wanted to turn back time.

    Because I was the one who played it safe;
    I never gave myself away
    Because my blood was young
    But my heart was old.
    I settled for silver
    Instead of choosing gold.

    And time may not understand
    Because she's always been fearless,
    But I'd really like a second chance
    To live my life free of cowardice.
    This may not make any sense,
    But such is my life.
    I've never done anything senseless
    Like going on a quest to turn back time.

    Because everything was fine yesterday
    And then death took it all away.
    And love was gone for some odd reason.
    And life missed out for closing season.
    And science was there, with modern medicine,
    But science without magic is utterly useless.
    So here I am again, crying with the rest.
    Because without you, who am I?

    I was so in love with you.
    And all there was to say
    Was it to you ...
    Why couldn't I say it?
    Why was I so afraid?
    I couldn't let myself be vulnerable
    I couldn't seize the day.
    Because fear is crafty
    And he sneaks up on you.
    He eats up your time
    And he steals your youth.
    Until you're left there saying,
    "If only you knew."

    I shouldn't be so scared
    Of being scared
    Because life is scary
    And weird and nonsensical.
    And you were strong
    And small and beautiful.
    And I never told you.
    I never said a thing.
    I let my fear
    Get the best of me.

    But now I know,
    Even if it is too late
    That fear is good.
    And that you should be afraid
    Because if you're not scared
    You're not taking a chance.
    And if you're not taking a chance
    You're not changing a thing
    And if you're not changing a thing
    What do you suppose you are doing?

    - Poem by Maisie Newbury, Weybridge, VT
    Illustration by Erin Bundock, Shelburne, VT
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