Written today, I’ll read it later,

penned September, remembered forever.

Better days both ahead and behind,

the beauty of life, thus the wonder of time. When I read this later I’ll know,

how things panned, not how they penned.

When I read this later I’ll understand,

who I am and how things went,

what will be when all is said

and who I’ve become once this ends.

 

What’s decided now, I’ll visit then,

for only time will bring understanding.

Only history can judge my steps;

for we are all but footnotes in the end,

Seen 24 summers and winters too.

Where it pours it shines,

where it’s cold there is warmth,

on this journey of mine

who knows what’s due.

So I’ll visit this all later, for now I’ll leave this to you.

 

Here’s to my 24th season.

Asya Valentine ✍🏾….