Rewriting My Life

I look at you and see all the possibilities of something wonderful,

but also see the amount of pain this life has put you through.

Your smiles carry the pains of generations before you, just put onto you.

You are the reflection of those before you,

with you presently,

and the untold story of the version yet to be.

How difficult it is to be incomplete,

and yet,

so beautiful to have so much of a story left to tell.

I am you. I have been for a very long time.

Although, the "you" you are trying to find is still incomplete.

We just haven't finished telling the story.

Yet.