My Legacy

I wanted to write a story about myself.

But I couldn't lie. I couldn't pretend I know who I am.

I laugh a lot about this, pretending it doesn't affect me.

But trust me nothing can change the fact.

Not even the soul that it is affecting.

I tried googling my name to maybe find who I am.

It said… And I quote…

“Variant forms of the name include Kristal,

Krystal, Cristal, Krystle and Kristol.

It is a 19th-century coinage, derived from crystal,

a transparent quartz gemstone, usually colorless,

that can be cut to reflect brilliant light,

whose name comes from Ancient Greek

κρύσταλλος krystallos "ice".”

Whatever that means.

You see not even Google could find me.

I blame it on the light my father placed in my life,

Or rather the lack of light that did not reflect,

On any quarter of my lifetime.

I tried writing a story about myself so maybe…

One day my future children and children's children

Would find the meaning of me that I failed to find.

Even though I am transparent.

It is apparent that I am not really a gem at all.

Like the color of the sun in the midnight sky I am dark.

Like the story I would have told. Nothing bright about me.

But maybe some day I will shine through the story I just told.