I Don't Have a Time Machine

There are many times I have wished to go back, to change the past.

Should’ve said this,

Should’ve done that.

The list goes on and on…

But this is not a movie,

And I don’t have a time machine.


But what if I could go back?

If the time ever came,

Would I end up changing anything?

There are so many mistakes, but so many blessings.

Would I really be willing to throw away everything good,

Just to fix the bad?


If I were to change my past,

I would never have been adopted by my aunt and uncle.

I would never have found the family I always wanted.

I would never have found God.
I would never have had the opportunity to try new things with confidence.
And I would never have learned from my mistakes.

But that being said, I can live each day new.

I can press restart each morning instead of pressing snooze on my alarm.

I can begin again every day,

Trying to be a better person.
That’s the goal.

Not going back.


I don’t have a time machine,

And that’s okay.

Because I don’t need one.

I am human, which means I’m not perfect.

Eternity cannot change that.
Nothing can.

So why bother with the impossible?

What’s more important

Is what I do from here on, now that I recognized my mistakes.
I don’t have a time machine.

I have one life to live.

Press restart now.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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