05/08/2025
If ever my story gets to be told,
Let them know—
I was just human, like any of them.
I made mistakes, and I learned.
I loved a woman, deeply,
As they too should, without fear.
I believed in a supreme being—
The one who shaped the heavens and the earth.
I laughed loudly,
I cried silently,
I loved boldly,
And I hurt quietly.
I never fully grasped the purpose of my existence—
And maybe that’s what made it all so interesting.
I didn’t know when my last breath would come,
So I cherished every single one I took.
I didn’t fear death.
I feared living without fulfillment.
I feared losing those I loved,
But feared more
What waited on the other side of the grave.
So if my story ever gets told,
Let it be known:
Even as I drew my last breath,
I still hadn’t found my purpose—
But I lived,
And maybe that was enough.