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History
So many times i've asked myself
When will life begin?
So many battles I have fought
I never seem to win
I see my past as a jumbled mess
Something undefined
Like a bad novel with duress
A poorly written story line
Filled with things at times too much
To mention in this prose
Perhaps I have not come out as such
Not smelling like a rose
Some say I should write a novel
Or some sort of story book
Showing people what unravels
So they can take a look
What would they think of my own past
Indeed what would they learn
If I knew It would teach things that last
What value would it earn
What price do we pay for our own histories
What lessons do we find
As we turn our hearts into our own stories
As we ponder in our minds
And as we ponder what do we see
Within our own minds eye
I see more than I thought could be
I see new things to try
And not repeat the mistakes I've made
Endeavor to make my life better
So many colors and many shades
To perhaps weave a time sweater
These memories I choose can keep me warm
If I choose those things befitting
Those things that charge my heart to burn
To keep on playing and winning
Rather than look into my past
For everything gone wrong
Being one who's raced too fast
I'll find where I belong
With help of friends a history I'll share
That I may learn from them
Perhaps they'll learn that I do care
History can help us mend
Kari Shinal
Copyright
Oct. 5, 2007
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