Mistakes are part of being human.
Appreciate your mistakes
for what they are:
Precious life
lessons that
can only
be learned
the hard way.
No more truth.
Bells ring no more in me.
I am all alone singly.
Lonely rests my head.
Oh My God!
I am Dead
Life is not about finding yourself,
Life is about creating yourself.
Believing that you can get somewhere,
And be something you want to be,
Not be someone who everybody else expects you to be.
Live your own life and make your own mistakes.
By Tessa Marsland-Pettigrove 30th Of April 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem