Our Own History

Just something that came to my head.

We are the bearers

of our own history

what is

what was

and what is to be

we carry it

in our own selves

we are unique

insomuch that

there's an infinite number

of could've beens

but only one

of you

with days that

should've been 

but never were

and times that

seemed impossible

but were

inspite of everything

real

for we are

who we are

because we

are the bearers

of our own history

Author's Note

i know it may not be grammatically correct but then again, most of what i write won't be. if you have any pointers, tips, tricks, opinions, let me know. also let me know if you want me to keep posting my writings.

Reviews

[TLK]

A few errors that harm understanding: "won selves", "becasue".
With 'infinite' you probably mean 'infinity', but it reads fine either way in my eyes.

This poem shows me the endless stretching out of personal time, linked from human to human.

[Justice Smith]

thanks, i'll go back and edit it a little to try and make it better

[TLK]

This reads much more clearly now. My mental image of a past which reaches out to us as we reach back is more potent for the lack of stumbling blocks. I'm always happy to meet another writer who is happy to edit... I've started to realise that editing is half the work!

[Justice Smith]

agreed.