To the soul named Ally,
This is the reality you can’t deny,
Your wish since you were little,
Finally came and you finally settled,
You wanted to do so many things,
But now what will the future brings,
You told me you want to believe,
That your words stays when you leave,
You left this world your words,
You lifted up your curses,
No longer the prisoner of your mind,
Released from your bind,
You will not be forgotten,
And hope your burden now lighten.
#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 18: write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.