I’m still here

From Song of Myself 52 by Walt Whitman

They complain and they complain again,

They complain about my appearance and my behavior.

I want to run wild and free, unspeakable,

I want to let the world hear my voice.

The end comes for me,

At last it comes, with invisible followers,

It whispers come here.

Now I take my leave, I defy the light

I let go of the things holding me to Earth.

I return to the soil from which man as created

If you miss me, I am still here.

You may not recognize me,

But, however, I am still here,

To help you struggle on.

If you look and do not recognize me at first glance,

Look again,

I am still here.