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