I want to go back to those times when I was not in my right place in time.
I want to go back to that place, the place that could have witnessed my memories.
I want to go back to those people who could remember me and feel memories.
Instead, I got another long life that I never wanted.
Instead, I got the time when my body was against me.
Instead, I got the time when I had to fight with myself.
Want to get back those lost days that I never wanted to lose.
Want to get back to those beautiful times when my life could have been more colorful.
Want to get back to enjoy another chance to make up for all the regrets.
Do those people remember me even today when my body was against me?
Do the therapy sessions make me remember how much pain I had to endure?
Do the sad times recognize this new me who has come through many difficult times?
I saw the struggling woman who spent every moment wishing me well.
I saw the struggling woman who held me with her arms trying to live a little more beautifully.
I saw my beautiful mother holding on with everything she had to make me win against my body.
Grateful to the people who were by my side during those days.
Grateful to those people who have given me the opportunity to live more beautifully.
Grateful to the mother who taught me to live beautifully with her everything.