Epitaph - Poem by Sara Militello
Death finally claims all
whether slinking inside a fearful skin
or walking proud and fearless then:
With this thought in mind
I chose to live my life
without the mask so many wear
and weather supine.
Now in the autumn of my years
without the mask that never was
I know I've done alright;
for a life genuinely lived
is possible to us all.
I did it worldly-wise and free.
No one can rightfully say to me,
'You had no right to be'
‘cause I've already been, you see.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I'm not alone in this activity. I have read the biographies of many poets and many of them say they do the same thing. A poem is alive, not static.
Does anyone believe a poem bloomed into the form it's in when first shared with others?
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