There are still marks on the ground
where I have kneeled and cried in despair.
The tears I have poured in it had been exhaled
and were lost forever.
My screams startled the birds that took,
around the skies, news of dread and fear.
However, the laughter once I launched,
also recorded by the birds,
had not been lost and echoes till today.
There were also some triumph’s yells
and some love’s whispers, which, along
with all the rest are faithful witnesses that,
in spite of merciless a destiny,
made at least one life worthwhile.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, September 11, 2016.