HIStory:

This life these hands how they tell what has been
how they trace the lines of afore
things said things done
how I long to return to some point in time
to correct preserve what was
in that moment realising one ever cant
the faces of those left behind echo
and their voices call to me
despair and aching pass me on by
and I realise this is but been my life
filled with the sadness of others
be it by my actions
or by the actions of others
leaving pitiless questions
such as why didn't I aid
assist so step in and stop
why did I knowing the reactions continue
and I then do but realise that this is but life
made and created for me to learn
to follow a path and make good of all I can
but within my heart and mind
I still long for that time
when forgiveness was easily
offered and accepted
by those traumatised
affected destroyed
by the actions of these here but hands
be them mine or even yours
tomorrows a new beginning
and the past will fade
and the voices and images dim
slowly away
until there is only what is now
but with me I carry
the strength to face
and accept
we are only but human
and life is only
what we ever make it....