Midnights Memories by Pablo Williams at Inkitt

Story Notes

This is not just a book about poety .. it's my truth and I wrote what many are afraid to say. This book carries my journey; pain, rejection, comparison, purpose, healing, feeling not being enough, being misunderstood, judged, compared-and still rising. I was once scared to even take up Creative Writing .. but that step changed everything. It brought out a part of me I didn't know existed. What felt like fear became expression... and expression became this book. What happens with me at midnights when i am alone became a Permission for every child who grew up stuck in the middle of life ... and every adult still learning to heal.

God turned my pain into purpose.and i make this a passion

Summary

Midnights memories tells the story of 13 sleepless nights through out my life in a poetic way… is a patchwork of grief, heartbreak, and hope, stitched together from poems, prose, and stories to create a narrative about the journey from being broken to being ready to heal and find oneself again. This book is not about forgetting the pain, but about carrying the weight of losing someone who has been loved so deeply. Each page holds an authentic feeling of longing, mourning quietly, and finding the courage to keep going despite living with a heart that was left betrayed and broken. This is not for the ones who believe that healing is about forgetting, but for the ones who believe that being honest with their feelings and acknowledging how hurt they are is the very first step on a journey to healing ❤️‍🩹 What happens at midnights when the clock strikes ???

Genre: Poetry

Author: Pablo Williams

Status: Complete

Chapters: 12

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

Chapter 1 Midnights Monday

2:00Am (He was lost in thoughts and only his pen could express his feelings)🦋🩵

He wasn't a bad person... he just didn't know how to love me in the way I needed. And that's a hard thing to accept. Because I do believe he cared. I do believe he tried—just in the ways he understood. But it always felt like we were speaking two different emotional languages. Like we were in the same relationship... but experiencing it completely differently.

It wasn't about effort. It was about alignment. The way I needed reassurance, presence, and

understanding... didn't come naturally to him. And the way he showed love... didn't fully reach me. And that doesn't make him wrong. It just means we were different. Because sometimes people can only love from where they are— from their level of healing, awareness, and emotional capacity. And even if the intention is real... it still might not be enough for someone who needs something deeper or different. That doesn't make either person the villain. It just means the connection wasn't built to hold both people fully. And that's a painful realization... but also an important one. Because not everyone comes into your life to stay.

Some people come to show you what love can feel like— and what it shouldn't.

And through that, you learn something important: Love isn't supposed to feel like you have to translate yourself just to be understood. It's supposed to meet you where you are. And the right kind of love... will just get you.. No matter how big or small you are. But how can such love locate you when the world already shows you a lesson you weren't ready to learn.