Upon the diary's page, her eyes alight,
She travels back, through memory's gentle light.
Mosaic of memories, joys and woes,
Unfolds before her, as the past she knows.
Ruminating about the times she could have done something else,
But time's relentless river flows but one way,
And life's choices made, she cannot sway.
She closed the diary, its pages, echoes of past enshrined,
The future stretched out before her,
A vast and uncharted territory.
No longer bound by chains of what could be,
She sets her sights on dreams yet to be free.
The future beckons, with its boundless grace,
As she embraces it, with hope upon her face.
So let the past be a distant chime,
As she creates a future, truly sublime.
With every step, she leaves her mark behind.
