Let me

Let me go quietly
at the last breath
of midnight

Let there be
no choir or
murmur of a robin’s

song.

Let me slip gently
through the veils
of here & there

return to stardust
burn as
meteor flame:

Let there be
no weeping or
disdain;

for I was born
from trauma
forged in anger

this body’s battled
bravely in the
hands of strangers

& all along a song
of silence reminds me
I’m but a whisper

in a winter storm:
where flakes float
lightly

& the snow keeps
falling.