In my teens I begged for my lifeto see what was going to happen,
twenty years later I whispered
silent prayers for another decade
so my children would know me.
As time rolled on I wanted to have
all the "things" I’d missed
before the end, leave my mark.
I wrote furiously raw poems,
until I learned to be careful.
Right now, I want to sleep
with some assurance of morning,
rest in spite of your snores,
let silence embrace me when
you are gone and I’m still here.