On death and darkness

I do not bring death, but I am there to mourn the lost

I do not bring darkness, but I take comfort in its solitude

Is it my fault that those who come near me may choose their own destruction when I don't will it?

I choose to dress for myself, to sing for myself, to live for myself.  I choose to love myself.

But there are those who blame my mere existence for their troubles and their wrongs.  They come to me and say I am at fault that their ship is on the rocks.  I did not guide their ship or beckon them to my shore.  I want nothing to do with such people, yet they still come to me.

Leave me be.  Leave me in the darkness to mourn my lost siblings you have hunted and killed.  Leave me to live what remains of my life as I choose.

I want nothing of the death you bring