Maybe - By: K.A

When I die, will they finally see

The kryptonite behind my eyes

And the grip I've held to dear life

Will candles ever burn brighter than stars

With timid light and momentary warmth

Will time remember subtle cries in smiles

And shall the wind cradle foolish wisdoms

Will midnights scorch memories of me

As I sway beneath trees upon greenlands

Will I then cross your minds...

Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem.:

This poem is written during a period when I tried to make sense of life and death. At some point, it just made me wonder what would happen when I actually die. More specifically, how will the world be by then? Maybe, I will be remembered... somehow.

Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.:

There's no clear thought process when I write my poems, honestly. I just write whatever I wanna write. I let my thoughts speak for themselves so the transition that went on the poem itself is the embodiment of what my mind thought about. It expressed my questions and worries not just about how the world will be after my death but more so of the doubts I have about my worth to people at present.

Why did you choose to write this poem?:

I always write to express myself. It grounds and stabilizes me and my thoughts. I chose to write this to free myself from the burden of questions that's slowly crumbling my sanity.