Who will write my life?
Who will weigh my sins
and all the good, perhaps, have I had?
Who will pardon me for having existed
for so long, having changed for so little?
Will my witnesses honor me and tell
all the love I have spread by the way?
May I take till my last home all the joy
I have been bathed in by birth,
that life’s disillusions have never dried.
I know there has been an angel
who has guided me, mainly
in those dark and strange nights.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, September 10, 2016.
Published in Spirit Fire Review, April 2017.