If The World Never Knew Me
Is the timbre of my voice such
that it rhythms perfectly
cascading outward forever
a part to balance the universe?
Some say there is a lesson in everything.
Was I an instrument of edification for those
whose paths have crossed mine?
Did I bring pain because I was pain's purpose?
Was I a vehicle of growth or destruction?
If destruction, was our karma intertwined?
Would the world be unfolding better or worse
or no different if I had not been born?
Were there people I touched who were happy
because they knew me, angry or disappointed?
I have known both and not known how or if
I may have affected some.
Would the world have missed my daughter
could it have gone on without us, could it
have been better or worse? Are we born
for a reason or is there no plan, no design?
Were there lovers I knew who still remember
that night we lay together in sweet new bliss?
Do they wonder where I am, if I am or whether
I was a figment of their imagination?
Has the world heard my sweetness and my
anger and were they both part of the whole?
Is the world a big jigsaw puzzle and I don't fit
and are there others who wonder the way I do?