A Story

This is what I am.

One that, as yet, has no end,

Nor a middle.

It remains close to where it started,

In the beginning.

An incomplete story.

One full of

wonder and misconception,

joy and mistakes,

laughter and trials,

but always

love and kindness.

It is imperfect.

Stamped with

ink smears and eraser marks,

rips and tear stains.

But my story will not be

marked by failures.

They are part of a whole

not the whole itself.

My story is one

Of Love, and Kindness, and Laughter,

Of Stubbornness, and Perseverance,

Of Honesty, and Commitment,

To my family, to my friends, and to my fellow man.

But always and forever

To God.