If I pass away
May the tombstone read “a gentle soul”
Lived life at a two-toned speed
Neither one being bold
Therapy the first time did not accomplish the goals
Of being honest with him and myself
How’re you supposed to improve health when your body is cold?
Therapy the second time around made the mind sound
Spoke issues out loud and started writing down
Poems I tried so hard, like I will perform in front of a crowd
Like my soul finally found a voice and he cried so proud
When he told her what he wrote
With pride on the sleeve of his coat
What a ride as he repeated the quote
Like the waves of the sea against a boat
He braved the key to the coast
He saved me and it relieved a ghost