I am not the one I was before yesterday.
I cannot go back.
I am not the one I will be tomorrow.
I can not see that far ahead.
I am who I am now, today.
The person I see in the mirror changing so subtly, but changing, becoming a new person minute by minute day by day.
The possibilities are endless, but I must choose which way I will change, each decision I make changes me in some way, positively or negatively.
Let me open myself to good changes, to positive steps, happy feelings.
Let me open my heart to others that their joy and experiences may change me in a positive manner into the person I will become
Copyright 2002 Fran Watson
For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www.franwatson.ca
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