A Four Word Poem

This life is mine



When you’re laying in bed replaying it all in your mind and wondering where it went wrong or if you were just fed lies and he never felt anything at all….



Such a small word that contains so much.  We bury friends, family, pets, hopes, dreams.  Sometimes we even bury the living.  Many people even bury themselves and all that they feel.  That shouldn’t be a way of life.  If we bury too much we stop really living.  For good, ill, or somewhere in between after each burial we start again.





How do you want to go through life?

So many people are content to just sit in the passenger seat, looking out the window, watching life pass them by.  For a while I was one of them.  These days I’m more interested in being in the driver seat when it comes to life.  And so should you.  We miss out on so much we just sit and watch.  The driver seat, life experiences, they’re everything.


I have no interest in getting married and having children.  It has never been what I wanted. 

So why do people keep telling me that it is?  Why do people keep telling me that it’s what I’m suppose to do?  Don’t I know my own life better than you? 

It is my life to live as I choose.  I’m not missing out.  I don’t hate children, I just don’t want to raise them.  You can love someone, spend your life with them, and never marry them.  Marriage isn’t a guarantee,  it doesn’t always mean love.