I think we both know why I am writing you,
we really should have talked sooner.
I appreciate that you breathed yourself into me, (See what I did there?).
My sincerest apologies for not thanking you when I was born,
I was so focused on waiting for my next meal
and trying not to fill my diapers.
We both know how that turned out.
And as a teenager,
there was no need for a discussion.
After all, what could you tell me that I didn’t already know.
Oh yeah, everything.
I can only blame it on an underdeveloped brain,
and an over inflated ego.
When I was young, time moved so slow,
I wanted to be older.
Now, it races at a pace I wish would slow down,
given the chance, I would treasure my youth.
But I guess that is Time and not you, that I should be asking.
you never promised me anything more than the chance to live.
Exploring the world and everything it has to offer, you left that up to me.
I tried to do my best.
Took chances, missed opportunities.
Learned to succeed, accepted failure.
Always wanting more, content with what I have.
It was wonderful and scary, oh so wonderfully scary.
I know our time together is running short, I’ve accepted that,
sometimes we don’t always receive the news we wish to hear.
I will not complain or beg for more time,
it would be futile, and a waste of what little I have left.
For now, you are still apart of me,
I will cherish what was, and what may yet be.
Because of you:
I experienced wonderous things,
I also enjoyed doing nothing at all.
I embraced the beauty all around me,
and witnessed the ugliness that lurks in all of us.
There were times when my heart was full,
and moments when I felt empty.
I laughed so hard it hurt,
and I hurt so much I cried.
I experienced the dawn of many a new day,
and felt alive.
I gazed into the heavenly stars,
and felt alone.
You let me figure out how to live, my decisions my choices,
even at times when I felt I had none, they were there.
I place no blame on others for my mistakes,
and tried to forgive myself for making them.
Better yet, I am loved.
In the end, it was and is what I make of it.
Thank you life for giving me the opportunity,
for all this and so much more.
You know who.
About the Creator
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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