‘Forever, a Poem’

When I die, 
I wonder what I’ll become? 
If anything at all
Nothing big
Perhaps something small…
Like a dot under a question mark…
A spark of wonder
The force of thunder behind a hunch—
Lightning striking a curious collective bunch. 
Humbly whispering the answer in the smoke…

When I die…
Maybe I’ll become the little blue spot in the sky, 
That you really needed to see amongst the cumulus clouds.
In between the monotonous days
You might find these rays of hope…

When I die…
Maybe I’ll turn into the red light
That stopped you just in time to think
Lasting long enough for an idea to be born—
Forming a dream!
You’ll know it’s me
Because you won’t be waiting for the light to turn green—
You’ll just go…

Or maybe when I die... 
I’ll just become a stone
Firmly settled in the soil, perfectly content
A stationary observer of all those who roam...

Perhaps it’ll turn out to be nothing at all...
And I won’t become anything—
Nothing big or small
Just a soul that once was.
If that is the case—
Consider this my home
And all that matters
Is that I'm right here...
Forever, a poem.

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