Looking thru old photographs
eyes burning with illusion
there's another life she's experienced
being a different person within
Needless to say
she's embraced the change
Though who is what has become
of a beautiful soul sacrificing every part of her being within.
Change is a constant
of that she is sure
browsing a history of experiences
she closes the door-
the past is but a memory to be told
and the person she is becoming is a story to unfold.
All for something
she perserveres with strength
with beauty and grace
thru perfection, fault and mistakes
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more:
it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
(Macbeth)
So give us this day
our daily bread
to reap what we sow
to live life to the fullest
until our very last breath.