A letter for death to deliver

She writes a letter for death to deliver to her loved ones
in the fond hope that it would help destroy any guilt, remorse, regret or disgrace
That it might help reveal to them the person she was in the innermost chambers
of what might well be her soul, of what definitely was her heart as her mind knew it to be.

For she is scared, of dying and leaving behind a sorrow which is burdensome
so much so that it destroys more than what her presence was ever worth.
She is scared of confusion, hatred and love spreading to where they do not belong,
to where they will transform into a deep engulfing shadow, devouring what she left behind.

She wants to be remembered, but she needs them to acknowledge her death and the person she truly was, with the niceness and the not.
She was never an angel on earth, and death mixed with grief from love

often converts one to an angel after.

She would be in peace then, if they truly understood.
The choices she had made, how their love had shaped her, how her tears were not true.
For all her life she has been happy, lucky.
With no regrets