A Portion of my Life

I own my mistakes even more than the cat  its fur.

They are part of me, the narrow curves in my road.

For as dangerous and harsh they may be, they complete the road.

I own my mistakes I don’t need an alibi to blame.

For if I did I wouldn’t learn a thing from them.

I own my mistakes, but I bury them once I’m done crying over them.

I own my mistakes, and that is something I can’t change.

If I didn’t own any, then how would I have lived?

My mistakes have helped shape who I am today.

I own my mistakes, but they do not own me.

I own my mistakes; they’re embedded in my skin.

Yes, I own my mistakes because no one else can.
Beatriz 11/23/2013

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About B. Meza

Writing is liberating.
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