I found this poem in a magazine by Donna Torrey
It's my Time
It's my time to take control of my life.
It's my time to run my life,
Not let life run me.
It's my time to dream big,
Set lofty goals,
And achieve those dreams and goals.
It's my time to be healthy and happy
It's my time to continuously be grateful to God
for all the gifts he has given me.
It's my time to open and explore those gifts-
Many of which have sat on a shelf, collecting dust.
It's my time to finish healing the old wounds-
To put balm on scars and move forward, without looking back.
It's my time to be a survivor, for that is what I am.
I refuse to be a victim any longer.
I refuse to let circumstances of the past cloud my present.
I refuse to let clouds of the past affect my future.
It's time to be me!
It's my time to be open to the adventure of new possibilities.
It's my time to sing out with joy in my heart.
It's time for this butterfly to let go of the branch and soar.
IT'S MY TIME