I don’t know what it meant.
Tried each and every timeline,
Still, time slows down—each and every time.
I want to relive those memories,
Even if it was the last time I smiled.
Even if everyone betrayed me,
Spoke to me with harsh, bitter thorns.
I just want to relive this dream again and again,
Even if it doesn’t mean anything,
Even if I don’t know myself what it means.
And they look back
At how bitter I was,
How much of a curse I was.
And yet they never looked into
The curses in their own hearts,
The hatred in their own souls.
How could they let themselves decide my death?
How could I not stop them from killing me?
They thought I was a monster, a curse—
And yet in another timeline,
Decades after,
People cherished my bravery,
For dying for the good.
What kind of betrayal is this?
For I just wanted
A life,
A smile,
A slowed time...
But was seen as a curse to the world,
A tragic death.
I accepted the lies they fed me—
Believed I was a monster.
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Sophia n
Reader’s Note:
This is a poem about a forgotten hero.
Not one who sought glory, but someone who only wished for something simple—
a smile, a moment of peace, a chance to be human.
They were misunderstood, feared, called a curse.
And yet, they gave everything.
Only in another time were they finally seen as brave. (hope you didn't cry because I cried writing this)
As you read, ask yourself:
How many heroes have we lost because we never tried to understand them?
