Poetry - Let Go

There is nothing in this world that stands,
To constant scrutiny;
I will take my life into my hands,
For it belongs to me.

I know the World laughs and walks on by,
But I have what They lack;
My life is my own until I die,
I must stop looking back.

With my face to the future alone,
My footsteps remain firm;
I know my future deep to my bone,
I shall live life full term.

For the future of my life is mine,
I shall control my fate;
I refuse to step over the line
And resort to self-hate.

What has been done remains in the past
From mistakes I won't run;
I shan't allow my regrets to last
For what is done, is done.