Tear a spare page, turn over a receipt, anything, anything, write your legacy
As someone with an autoimmune disease, I look at every day as something so precious and something to be experienced with full, explosive joy. We don’t know how many days on this good, green earth we have left. No one does, but it’s something that I think about more than the average person. I think about my legacy and how, no matter how long or short my life is, I want it to be a life that infused kindness and meaning into the lives of others. I want my heart to have a butterfly effect of beauty. This poem is about the legacy I will leave.