Memoirs of the Night

I Love Me in Every Universe

Thinking back to the nostalgic time—Of when being a great tale-teller was my only greatest crime.

My love for the alphabet bloomed,
Yet the dread of the people around me called for doom.

Yielding was what I had to do at their behest—
One sacrifice that I thought would lead me to be the best.
Using perfection and obedience as my facade—
Nurtured my thirst for their validations of applaud.
Gone were the days of being a reckless child;
Every action I did were always supervised;
Reality and dreams were both compromised.

Said farewell to my dreams as I was forced to bury it deep;
Embracing their expectations made my heart weep.
Leaving my inner child stranded on a ship;
Forgotten and alone as she lost her grip.

Impatiently—she waited for me to return, and over the years she continued to yearn.

Lately her tantrums come to me as traumatic burns—
One too many lethal outbursts enough to put me in an urn.
Victim was what she was, which compelled me to embraced our scars;
Eventually, healing all the wounded parts.

You and I have come a long way, young one.
Obviously—it was a difficult life, but it was better than none.
Undoubtedly, time won't be reversed but I would still choose to love each part of me in every universe.