What Survives

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,

also entirely lost.

However, the laughter once I launched,

also recorded by the birds,

so gladly had been welcomed that echoes

by this very day.

There were also some triumph’s yells

and some love’s whispers, which, along

all the rest have been made worthwhile

this life of so unnoticed a human’s soul.


Published in The Provo Canyon Review, Fall 2016 Issue.



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