How will I be perceived,
after my passing? Will
dissections of my soul
be realized from the…
poetry I leave behind?
Will anyone really care?

Can my experiences… be
defined separately from
Faith’s spiritual Light?
Will I be imagined to be
a fraud, with regard to
the principles of God?

By the time I’m noticed,
by those intentionally
choosing to rightly evaluate
my literary worth, their
opinions are a moot point
to my current existence.

After all, my personal bias
show be evident within my
compositions; perhaps, when
I bowed before my Maker, I’ll
know the real truth of myself.
Before Him, it won’t matter,

since I’m still loved.