by Courtney Petrella

Created on: October 20, 2008

My life is not yet mine,

even though I am the ripe old age of twenty nine.

My life is a mystery without an ending in sight,

it is such a whirlwind, I forget when it is day or night.

If my life will ever trully be mine,

maybe I will lose it, or then again maybe I would be fine.

I am not yet sure whose life it is,

my sons, Gods, or maybe still my mothers.

But, someday when I am old and grey,

my life will be mine, probably when I do not even want it anymore,

And, then my life will not be my again,for it would be the Lords.

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