If I fade away like a leaf, And my voice is silenced, my breath leaves, I hope you'll read these words I've sent, And find the meaning that my heart means. I hope you'll see the depth I've hid, The struggles, tears, the weight I've rid, And though I'm gone, you'll understand, The cries I whispered, the outstretched hand. But don't you dare, don't you feel sorry for me, Don't waste your tears, or sympathy, For if you couldn't help when I was alive, Why shed tears now, when I'm no longer here to thrive? I hope you'll find your happiness, In the freedom from the weight of me, If my presence was a burden, a strain, Then let my absence be a sweet refrain. Don't mourn my passing, Don't whisper eulogies, or shed a single tear, Just live your life, with all its might, And let my memory fade into the light. But still, I know, you'll do none of these, You'll feel the guilt, the weight of what if's, You'll wonder what yo...
Temilade Alokan Content Writer | Storyteller | Creative Author I’m a reflective content writer and storyteller who finds beauty in simple, intentional living. Beyond crafting lifestyle and motivational pieces, I’ve written fiction and longer stories that explore human emotions, growth, and faith. I’ve also contributed to an international writing group, where I collaborate with other writers on global storytelling projects. My writing blends words of hope, reconciliation and guide