My Life

by Jason Stotts

As I die,
I want to be able to look back on my life,
And say,
My life was its own reason for being.

I want,
To know that every breath had a purpose
And that
The purpose was self-chosen and self-consecrated.

Shall my life be a means to another’s ends,
To be
Used and discarded for their purposes.

My life,
My beautiful, precious life, is mine alone.
It is,
All that I am, and I will make it great.

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