A plea

I am walking backwards tonight

In the foolish hope that

It will magically turn back time

Mother, I am quite upset

For you didn't warn me

Of the events that were onset

Wrapped in glittery gift paper

You handed me a box full of woe

Of it, I am clueless what to do

I've swallowed pricking needles

Drank a gallon saline tears

And I've witnessed enough

So much that,

Now I'm bottled up to the neck.

Of what I was gifted,

My shoulders can carry only half

And when I think of happy times

I can only recall your cushiony lap

Days, nights, months and years

Just flashes by my eyes

And once again,

I rest my tiny limbs on the crib

And to you I plead

Mother, take me back tonight

Let me sleep again by your side

Sing me a lullaby, a cradle song

On my forehead,

Land a gentle kiss

And put me back to sleep

I'll sink into a tiny dot

Crawl back to your womb

And there I shall hide

And there I shall rest

Mother, make me a promise

Of when clock strikes one

On a humid summer night

Make sure this time I am unborn.

Make sure this time I am unknown.

#Fear #NaPoWriMo