I don’t need to be remembered for brilliance.

Just for this:

That somewhere,
at 2am,
someone carrying trauma,
grief,
neurodivergence,
or the weight of being misunderstood,
reads my words and whispers:

“Thank God…
it’s not just me.”

If my poetry helped even one person feel less alone,
that’s enough of a legacy for me.

Stay safe,
BC