Poem: I'd Like You To Know

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If I were to go now, I'd like you to know
I wish I'd lived longer.
(Yes, let's get that out of the way now!)
But I loved my life, all the light as well as the darkness
For it helped me grow and become who I was.
I felt deeply grateful for all the beautiful souls
That walked by my side; 
it was a privilege to share our lives. 
If I were to go now, I'd like you to know
I died while being alive when he left
But I was also born again, twice:
When I could realise that life as I knew it
Would no longer be as such,
But new stars would brighten my path
And I'd see beauty one more time. 
The second time, when I chose
A more compassionate life
That aligned with my morals and
Helped me see the value in each life. 
If I were to go now, I'd like you to know
I loved and got my heart broken
But it was all worth it 
And the best was yet to come:
Undeniably, beautifully, magically worth it. 
Love was always worth it. 
And fear was always there
To point me in the right direction. 
If I were to go now, I'd like you to know
I was proud I always sought 
What brought me light, 
Proud I always tried
To be authentic and kept my voice alive. 
I was proud to seek truth in this life
And never gave up on creating joy
By living a life of my own. 



Somewhere in an Argentine Route, 2009 (Photo taken by Lucio)

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