When I look back

I want to know what face was mine,

I want my deeds to be something recognizable

among other lives

to have someone say that I helped them

that something that I’ve done might ripple

and the way I landed on this earth

would be like hitting the surface of the water,

sinking into it,

joining those who’ve gone fearlessly into the future

and the past

in one final moment.

About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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