The king and queen
of Meya.
Sitting beside me.
"Are you sure
you want to do this?"
the queen said,
reaching
for my wrinkled hand.
"I'm sure," I say,
staring at silver scars
and golden skin.
Covered in wrinkles
grey hair and sore joints,
I am no longer
the girl
who could save the world.
"I know I don't have long,
I can't waste it
not when the world needs
to remember."
But again, they say,
"Are you sure?"
But I know the real reason
Digging up memories
that were buried away
will hurt
tears will fall
and I might go back.
Fall back to how I was
trapped
in my own mind
that didn't believe
I had won.
Sit up taller,
My eyes like fire
"I will write my story
To help others remember."