My Christmas Gift

On Christmas Day, I heard someone ringing The bell of my secret door, That same which hides my haven, A place known to me solely, A place which allows me To wear my crown and to decide Of life's rules without anyone Trying to push his or her will upon me! I rose from my throne And opened the door ever so slightly, Peeking at my visitor fearfully, As if, I were a little girl, too scared of life And of its shadows to even dare To venture out by myself! Who is it? I asked the visitor It is I, none other than your childhood memories It is I, Who have come to feed your heartbeats With both warm and teary sceneries Of how life once was So as to have you understand That, As stipulated by the skies once, You are to be attached neither to anything Nor to anyone For the world shall be temporary and transient For as long as it would be! Come in, I said to my visitor Open up your bag and let the memories flow, While I pour you a glass of wine Open up your bag indeed And allow my heart to soar upon the waves Of emotions as they rage through my oceans Because Life's changing nature Has pushed me to give myself a new birth, One which allows me to pamper myself with self care whilst Forsaking the rest Simply because I am seen as the misunderstood one!