I wonder what people will say of me,
When I am finally gone?
Will they praise me for my honesty,
Or say that I was wrong?
Will they love my naked words,
Or loathe me as a whore?
Will they understand my words,
And why I always had to say more?
Will they say that I was sick,
Or plan and simply: pessimistic?
Will they think that’s all that made me tick?
That I was never optimistic?
After all is said and done,
I hope no one will ever say,
That I never cherished even one…
Earthly human day.
No one can help or change their path;
It is theirs to walk alone.
You’ll never understand that path;
The only path I’ve ever known.
Yet one thing I must make quite clear…
I crawled, lived, and fought;
And as much as I bore pain and fear,
Love is what I sought.
Beauty is more beautiful,
And happiness more divine,
When you know just how rare and wonderful,
It is to feel the sunshine.
To see flowers bloom each spring.
To watch children smile and glow,
And know that despite everything,
Love continues to nurture and grow.
I wonder what people will think of me,
When I am finally gone.
I hope they’ll realize how fully,
I felt and lived each dawn.
–For the soul is a symphony, not a song.
K. Aldaya, 1/20/17