Julia
Born near the Sioux
Lived in the city, though it was a jungle.
I moved from my familiar domicile to
the greatest mountains bestowed to my tiny eyes.
I played strings horizontally, vertically, level to the ground,
and inside my heart.
Most holy, youthful, the origin of my name,
Greek to me.
To be remembered for my soul is my deepest desire
Remember me for my love.
My care, patience, vigor, strength,
Only if I possess these.
To be solely remembered for accomplishments is
Foolish. Thirsty I craved for
Validation from those who didn’t matter.
They don’t understand my brain and how I think.
I tell you to live for life’s battles
Live for strength
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This is actually legendary! You are such a wise poet, and this epitaph is so profound. We should discard the distractions of the world, and focus on living "for strength."
Thank you so much! I appreciate you commenting
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