If I could turn back the time
Like a wizard swinging his wand
I would like to meet no one except
the person I used to curse and resented
To the person who's afraid of thorns
to the person who lived away from the sunlight
to the person who writes thousands of words but got none in return
and to the person who paints during pitch-black nights
I'm here to tell you that I wanted to go to the days
where you said you were lonely
when you cried to sleep
when you held a knife to your stomach
I wanted to go to the days
where you were confused with the meaning of love
where you are fed with bottles of reasons to end yourself
to the point where you're already immune to those bullets of abuse
But I knew
Even if I met you there
I could not speak nor act even if I wanted to embrace you during those days of sorrow
Because I learnt that those messy days are the teachers
of the present, I'm currently living.
So to my dearest self
Thank you
You are once the faintest light that shines the night of total darkness
May the nightmares rest in peace alongside our darkest memories
YOU ARE READING
Repetition
PoetrySometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
