This is a letter written to "Me" Who am I? Am I who I remember is me?

Perhaps, there are no limits, but I am so stubborn... I want to be limited.

Do I?

Dear Me,

I want to forgive you,
but if I can't...

Don't let my past
become the ruler
of my blue skies.

It seems dark memories
remind me I have not been
nice to me.

I ask myself: Why?

A voice shouts: Run away,
stay away of yourself.

I ignored that voice.

It happened. In ignorance,
the voice became shallow,
and my thoughts became light.

Ignorance became my blessing,
the curse of those who don't want
to fly into the skies and beyond, yet.

Is that the reason humility
transforms reality into truth?

Dear Me,

If I forget who I am, please,
don't make me hate myself.

Let me love!

Give me hope,
embrace my pain,
and let me free by
covering those memories
your colorful bow of rain,
dear me, a rainbow.