I don’t care what they say

One day, I am going to change the world

And this will all just be a part of my story.

Words and sentences that make up my whole life

But how can some scribbles on a page summarize what I’ve gone through

They can’t.

In all of the 200,000 some words in the English language, 

None of them are deep enough to make you feel what I felt

Sadness, doesn’t explain the ache of losing someone you held dear

Anger, doesn’t explain the rage of having your own life be controlled

And loneliness, doesn’t explain the feeling that no one would miss you if you were gone

But still.

I will try.

I will continue to write my pain out and share it with others

To allow them to use it as a stepping stone in their own journey

But writing about the past can only do so much

Yes, this is my story.

One with bends and loops and forks and sometimes giant cliffs,

But it’s not quite done yet.

Every good book has an ending, and mine is still being written

All I can do now,

Is live in the moment.

Take the present one step at a time

Looking back every once in a while just to make sure it’s all still there,

And never looking too far ahead.

After all,

You can’t write your future.

Destiny has always been the best storyteller.