Author's Note: The episode "True Genius" of Criminal Minds always really got to me, because of the way that Spencer questioned whether or not he was making a difference with his presence on this planet. That doubt, reflection, fear and regret really stirred something within me – and so, I wrote this piece to deal with my feelings on the subject, and how I imagine that the good doctor handled his own thoughts in the end.
Warnings: Zippo, zilch, nada – it's just schmo-etry.
Disclaimor: I own the work put into and part of this piece, but not the words nor poetic form behind it – those belong to the people as a whole. And, alas, I cannot own Spencer Reid, because he is an untamable, wild stallion . . . Also, I'm poor.
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"Simple Question"
How can I measure what my life is worth?
How it will compare on Saint Peter's scale?
And will I have fought the good fight on Earth –
will within the folds a rich lot entail?
Does it count, the questions asked, lessons learned –
the worth of those who say that they love me?
The lies I believed, truths told, candles burned –
that not a soul ever rose above me?
The people, parties, festivities held . . .
will they ascend with me, or be my fall?
What of the roses I've smelt, kisses felt –
in the end, does anything matter at all?
Finally, perhaps, 'tis just peace of mind . . .
But shall I finally see? Or am I still blind?