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Wrote this a while back for the Cramp one day. We were supposed to write about an epitaph. |
What words would grace my epitaph if I passed away tomorrow? Would words chiseled upon cold stone reflect a life of sorrow? Perhaps upon a marble slab this sentiment would be recorded: “Her soul was lost and full of strife, an early burial was warranted.” What words would grace my epitaph if tomorrow I passed away? Would words chiseled upon cold stone reflect a life of pain? Perhaps upon a marble slab this sentiment would be recorded: “Her soul carried a heavy weight, a sadness that was unwanted.” What words would grace my epitaph if tomorrow was not meant for me? Would words chiseled upon cold stone reflect a life of melancholy? Perhaps upon a marble slab this sentiment would be recorded: “Her soul bore turmoil and chaos and no longer could she support it.” What words would grace my epitaph if tomorrow I would not see? Would words chiseled upon cold stone reflect a life of misery? Perhaps upon a marble slab this sentiment would be recorded: “Her life was filled with deep despair, she could not seem to surmount it.” I cannot know what words they’d write on the marker of my grave But I would hope somehow, someway you knew my fears have been allayed. Sadness swirled about my days and well into my nights, but you were always there for me, a shining beacon of light. And once I’m gone, untethered and free my spirit filled with grace, my soul will dance within the clouds and I’ll embrace this heavenly space. |