The prompt was "what you can't reach" and I thought about how I can reach the past. I tend to fixate on time when I messed up and make myself feel bad about things I can't change. Why do I keep looking back At a tinted pane of glass Though I cannot change my past I keep the past alive Though I try to turn away This mirror seems to hold my gaze Memories that just won’t fade When I keep the past alive There’s something familiar Something safe About reliving these old shames That keep me small Too small to change Until I disappear Shadows whirl like hungry crows Thirsting for my blood to flow I’ve spilled my guts, heaven knows I’ve kept the past alive Picture found at https://pixabay.com/en/time-clock-head-woman-face-view-1739629/