To my descendants that wish to know me.
The answer is
The journals will remain empty.
The recordings corrupted.
The photos destroyed.
You will wish to comprehend me and I will say
I refuse to curse us both with the knowledge of myself and
I will not be perceived anymore than I must!
Clutch at how others remember me.
Let them twist me through memories matronly hands.
Let me grow over time
In eternity, allow me to be
Anything but myself