Who does not have a dark past?
Who does not have a story to tell about an old fear?
Who does not have to remember an ugly scar?
Who wants any of it?
Who does not want to forget all that transpired that day?
Who does not get hurt of a past being ridiculed?
Who does not want a chance to feel again?
Who does not want a peaceful now?
Who does not want a happy life?
Can you hear my story?
Your back has fled the minute the mouth took its first breath.
Can you bear my story?
Your hand has said ‘no’ what the tongue would not like to bite.
Can you please put away your things and read my story?
Your eyes wanted to sleep buried in your own fantasy.
Can you smell my story at least?
You wrapped yourself with a fur blanket.
Can you stay and never look away perhaps?
You remained silent and silence became a cold corpse lying beside a peculiar frame.
Please don’t tell me I didn’t tell you.
Please don’t say I didn’t have nightmares like you do.
Please don’t make me say things I didn’t want to hear myself.
Please don’t tell me it’s my fault again.
Unless you listen to my story, please don’t tell me things that kill me.
please don’t judge me unless you’ve slept with my sorrow and history.
I don’t want to be just a dream you visit when you are asleep at night and forget when the morning light peeks through your eyes.