I am writing to tell you this;
I have lived a life,
Full of terrors and myths.
It was because of the land I was born in.
People scared me and I got scared.
I am writing to tell you this;
I am coming from horror movies.
Where youth is killed
And the old lives.
So let me tell you the stories
I have sat to breathe and read.
I have been running in sweats
But my story leaves to live.
So let me tell you this;
The facts, the lies, the myths.
None is really what it seems.
Don't you believe them darling,
My heart in pieces, my mind at peace.
Knowing I'm safe at least.
Knowing it was the end for these
Saddest stories of our lives,
As they Will be kept under the grounds with seeds.
They will grow to remind us
What was at stake, what was missed.
The love, the care, the kindness,
All these can't be missed.
All these stories will persist.
And the lessons we teach to the young, to the old, to this land of bliss.
Take my horrors, take my scars, take away my golden rings.
I need the pieces of my broken heart to live in peace.
Young girls were running shouting the most beautiful lines.
They were carrying the heaviest curse of all times.
So I am writing to tell you this;
We have lived a life full of terrors and myths.
My heart is broken but my mind is at peace.
Knowing we sided with the ones who were the love's creatures.
It was the right thing albeit we lost many freedom's wings.
I am writing to have some closure at least.
As I have lived a life
Full of terrors and myths.
We deserve a life with catharsis.
So for the last time let me tell you this;
You tell me the stories.
From now on,
You are the beholder of seeds, owner of coming days,
And the author of the new piece.
May they be true and cathartic, you can call them historical manuscripts.
As the new days will shine
From the prisons of the past released.
