When I Die Poem by Zara O

When I die, will I feel it was all worth it?
Will I feel like I made a difference?
Left an impact?

When I die, will I be able to say that I gave my all?
That I did everything I could, no matter the outcome?

When I die, will I be able to say that I loved?
That I was loved?
That I gave my heart?
Gave my all?

When I die, will I have regrets?
Things that I wish I had said?
Things I wish I had done?

What is worth it?
What difference can I make?
What is there to life that I can leave behind?
That I can make better?
Why am I here and what do I do?

When I am sad, who do I lean on?
When I am lost, where am I found?
Can I ever really own anything?
Even my own purpose?
Is the mission not over as I draw my last breath?

My body is borrowed, is everything else too?
I cannot own it, to have and to hold.
I will only ever keep it for a moment.
My memories will fade.
My looks will age.
My love?
Is that forever?
Can it transcend time and space?
Does my Grandad's?
Does he love me still?
Does he remember me now?
Who will I remember?
Who will be my anchor back to the human realm?

I am here and I exist.
Now and in this moment.
The only thing of which I am certain.