One thing that I don’t do

And that’s reminisce

About memories from my past

Unless they are ones

That are filled will bliss

Or they in some way

Contribute positively to my present or future

Life is way too short to be miserable

When I look in the mirror

I look beneath the surface way deep

And I am proud of what I see

A woman who has not allowed her past

To be a crutch or to define her

Holds her head up high with pleasure

Busy looking towards the future

As a matter of fact she runs to it

To catch it

Everyone has parts of their lives

Where they wish they could change

Forget or revive

Mine is no different

My life has not been perfect

I had an abusive husband and father

A wonderful mother who died young from cancer

Three beautiful sisters but we still argue

Two sons with a man that God didn’t not send

Unfortunately I made him my husband

One of my sons has autism

Goals and dreams that I have yet to finish

My face still has an occasional blemish

A marriage that has been demolished

But I refuse to wallow in sorrow

The past can not rob me of a great tomorrow

It will just go bankrupt

Cause my past won’t get a loan

No matter how hard it tries to borrow

My past has served it purposes

And I have come to terms of

What was meant happened

What wasn’t meant didn’t happened

Wishing and hoping won’t change it

Regardless I will not stress

I still feel that I am blessed

Through all the mess

Being negative there’s absolutely  no sense in it

I have accepted my life 100%

And I am proud of it