With my own hands
I will write my story.
Line by line, page by page,
will I write.
And although, I might have
no control over the theme,
settings, and plot;
the subject matter will be
of my triumph.
Not anymore
will I leave things to chance.
Not anymore
will I leave things to fate.
I will wrest the pen
from life, and write
my life.
I will sit no longer
at the sidelines,
but be in my own story.
For with my own hands
I will write my story.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 9:12 PM UTC
With my own hands
I will write my story.
Line by line, page by page,
will I write.
And although, I might have
no control over the theme,
settings, and plot;
the subject matter will be
of my triumph.
Not anymore
will I leave things to chance.
Not anymore
will I leave things to fate.
I will wrest the pen
from life, and write
my life.
I will sit no longer
at the sidelines,
but be in my own story.
For with my own hands
I will write my story.
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