There was a time when I was sure
I was in charge of my life.
The people I speak to the places I go,
The decisions I make,
They are mine alone.
Yet as I get older,
I have come to see that the
Person I am is changed.
Even if ever so slightly,
By the people I allow into my life.
It is as if I am a piece of clay – and all who
Touch me leave a fingerprint that will
Forever be with me.
I choose the people who touch me leave a
Fingerprint that will forever be with me.
I choose the people who touch me.
I cannot dictate the marks from the people
Who touch me?
As I cannot dictate the marks they leave behind