once I pass on,
they will be shocked to discover
items hidden in my suitcases;
the remnant of my past
both heart-crushing and surprising
they all bear my secrets and woes
lies, truths, illusions
wins and failures
a strength, a weakness, an illness
and I already hear them wonder,
“Who was she? What was she all about?
How could a poor vagabond live such
a life?”
no home
no friends
no high-respect work
no confidante
no family
but, oh, I lived a full life!
I saw parts of the world that I dreamed of
seeing as a child.
I met fascinating people who I believed
to have jumped out of movies.
I survived horrors, I gave my tears away,
I conquered fears.
I exchanged conversations with the
intellectuals and the fools.
I argued with hate, I argued with my own
principles, I argued with love.
I fell in and out of love, I met the monsters
in me, I also enjoyed being kind and an angel.
I was human; my heart was resilient,
my soul grew courage, my spirit became a weapon.
Most of all, I held God’s secrets.
And since I became His secret keeper,
I went on with my remaining days fulfilling
them all, and no one knew of the deals
except a machine.
So be shocked. Be surprised.
Bury those items with me
or trash them out into a violent wind.
And also, thank you for seeking me.
Thank you for being a part of my ending.
Thank you.
Goodbye.*
