The inspiration for the following piece came from a writing workshop I attended led by the poet, Jovan Mays.
Underneath my floorboards, I’ll leave:
The mistakes I made; and the learning that grew from those tangled vines.
A book of questions I still have unanswered.
Journals, unfinished writings, and candy wrappers.
Children’s books. Lots of them. Each one with a note attached: “Read what you love.”
My worries. An airtight jar containing one big sigh of relief that those worries were never really important.
A letter to be given to a young gay man or woman. A letter that simply says: You are loved. You are a gift to the world. Whenever you doubt who you are, read this note again and again.
The keys to my car for a fast getaway.
Keith collections. Little things that I collected here and there for someone new to treasure or toss.
A list of my favorite things.
Memories scribbled down in random order.
I’ll leave these things, and many more in the years to come, underneath my floorboards.
What will you leave?