Say You Won't Forget
A plea from the remnants of the past. A plea for the events unfolding now. A plea to the yarns knitting the image of one's future. Alike such tragedies and beauties, I yearn for thee as well.
The specks of rue imprinted on your eyes and the painting of an appalling shade of gray yet both subjects aren't there for you to focus upon but are existing to ravel you in a cocoon of maturity and reticence.
It was with the counsel of unjust and discriminated whispers from lips, whether your own or another, that you dissolve the fear and uncertainty to a compound of courage and earnestness. You are allowed to a firm where you control what's within and conquer whatever attempts to cage you in a parasitic space of control from another, for you alone is not blinded by red herrings; chaos and fear; half-heartedness and procrastination; and holds you fragile.
You are a warrior. But a mere remnant from a past you cannot avert to can chain you down and swing you with a sword of pressure.
You are a beauty. But the remnants of a “unified” factions unironically splits you to sides; where you are left but a shadow of insecurity.
You are a substance rarer than a Bismuth crystal or a Diquis spheres; perfectly shaped weighting value heavier than Bismuth crystal itself. But the world had failed to see that.
Appraisal and Judgements fathom two disparities differentiated upon one's usage — in hands when facing a just juris but opposes the other when based on the perception of society.
So why is that you allow the world to have the right to judge you with blatant flagrancy.
Say you won't forget.
Promise me you won't forget.
The beauty and rarity you have is unlike any other; purer and unique than element; a promise kept until the end of time.
Don't forget.
You are you.
A unique, rare treasure bestowed by the heavens.
You.