The Only One Who

Thu, 08/23/2018 - 13:11 -- anmoody

If only I could travel back through time,

where life starts to go trough hell fire and flame.

For when I finally started to aim,

I lost my future's grip and could not climb.

I would catch myself and all my glory,

lifting me up to touch the clouds and sky.

I would lift myself to where I could fly.

I'd say to myself, "you got this Rory".

I cannot travel, except only to

my memories; where I learn from mistakes.

I help myself up and out of the blue,

I do what I can, whatever it takes.

I am my mentor, the only one who

has increased my true happiness outbreaks.

This poem is about: 
Me
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