Monday, November 16, 2009

My own Shakespeare

While some things remain unclear, I am my own Shakespeare,

Set forth in a new and profound direction to which this and other chapters of my life are To be written. For each man and woman are responsible for writing his or her own destiny.

The pages in which have already been written cannot be read upon with regret, resentment or distain towards the experiences throughout which history has been passed.
Rather, read upon them as reminder to the newfound paths to which will be traveled, the lessons we have learned, the lessons in which we will teach, those we have met along the way, the legacies passed on.

For life begins and ends with a single breath and all too often reminds all just how short this thing we call life really is.

2 comments:

Pius said...

Did you write this poem.

becky said...

P, wacha uchokozi...lol...trust me, when you go through some changes in life, when you pick up a pen and paper, the words will flow naturally.