These animations that color moving movements
Moments of fractured memories.
The actions that ripple effects through lives I have not seen nor felt
And the feelings buried beneath emotional trauma
Have become what I, regretfully have accepted, as the essence of my soul.
Yet
The destiny of Today belongs to no owner
Today I no slave to the devastations of Yesterday's transgressions
The future of Yesterday belongs in Today's discovery.
And the story of I, an unwritten, unheard, and undiscovered poem
Of a dismal character, hidden within, a narcissistic entity
Is a mirrored image of my soul
That has yet to be dipped in an once of ink.
I know not what these chapters have in store for me
I know not the ending of my poem
But NEVER
From this point forward
Will allow the chapters of Yesterday to curve my pen.
These words are my words, and mine alone.
I am the God of my destiny
I am the Creator of my own fate.