Holly Green

July 8 2014

…so I read the book slowly,

Knowing as I turn pages

Things are left in the past.

Knowing when I reach a new chapter

That the subject and content may change.

I try to read between the lines,

I try to re-write certain parts,

But what has been is evident.

What is ahead is a mystery.

Skimming over the unthinkable,

I proof read my life.

Progressing day by day,

Knowing what I had,

Knowing what I have

And awaiting what is yet to come..