my childhood was nothing special. it was ordinary, plain, and boring. i've been beaten by the death blows of life but it was nothing out of sort. my memories are hazy and incomplete, my mother used to tell me i was going insane, i remember my father pulling my hair and almost smashing my head on the staircase, relatives casually sipping coffee on the sidelines and laughing at my idiotic acts, my auntie and my granny that i loved with all my heart saying that i can't do anything so i just have to be obedient and stay silent, and i did.
the lingering regrets and what could've beens are still with me up until today, the left-over anger and hatred shadowed me from the memories i've always wanted to forget. i drowned myself beneath the waves of self-blame and insecurities for as long as i can remember and i placed the memories of my childhood in the forgotten archive of my mind, yet i'm still there.
it still haunts me. i was stuck in those memories and now i don't know how to leave. i am everywhere, in every place i wasn't supposed to be.
YOU ARE READING
letters never sent
Poetryvintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.
