
Promise by Franz Wright
Long nights, short years. Forgiving
silence
When morning comes, and pain—
no one is a stranger, this whole world is your home.
Long nights, short years. Forgiving
silence
When morning comes, and pain—
no one is a stranger, this whole world is your home.
I for one never asked
for my youth back; when I was young
I was always afraid.
Like somebody in a war
with no allegiance
I was terrified
of everyone.
But now
now I am amazed
and grateful every day.
I don’t know how that happened.
I am so glad
there is no fear,
and finally I can
ask no second life.