this little light of mine
is not long for this world
it may seem absurd
but I’ve felt it for some time

for too long unheard
hinged on the divine
for the lack of a spine
too many have erred

what makes me decide
such an important search
cannot be found in a church
nor any hard-worn pride

it is indeed the fallout
of many failed attempts
always met with contempt
of some purported tort

thus comes the last adieu
not necessarily final
a transformative reprisal
from which I shouldn’t stray

so if by chance we meet
you may well be aghast
for I’ve left in the past
this little light of mine