On Fading Echoes of What Might Have Been (poem and link to my reading of it on Spotify)

I can plant the seed that grows a new soul,
Though have left the field I plowed fallow,
I am strong but know weakness’s greater strength,
My kind dominate, great injustice that,
Strength builds not a road to justice, alas.

I am the end of a long, fruitful line,
I’ll leave dozens of pressed dead leaves,
But not a new soul to carry my name,
Decisions we’ve made that can’t be undone,
I wish it were otherwise, but too late.

Music saw me through the toughest of times,
Novels let me live in far better wo...