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 so little?
Will my witnesses honor me and tell
all the love I have spread by the way?
May I take until 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 some dark and strange nights.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, September 10, 2016.
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Published in Spirit Fire Review, April 2017.
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