My advice to my younger self - Fear less

Ribbons and buttons,
A haberdashery smile,
Perfectly crafted, by a long mile.
Practical decorations, well packaged placements.
Hidden within the depth of our basement.

All manner of scraps,
And material pieces.
All folded neatly, without any creases.
A plethora of memories, wrapped up into one,
From a bygone era that's long gone.

And at the same time,
Just as these flashbacks appear.
I hear a noise that fills me with fear.
A scratch then a squeak, I cannot find,
What cretins lurk to blow my mind?

A little searching,
Revealed a pair of twitching faces,
I'm ready to flee, as my heartbeat races.
But then I stop, and reconsider my fear,
As I wipe away a lone straying tear.

No more afraid of what lurks beneath,
In the darkest depths under there.
They've no more places to hide anywhere.
All horrors uncovered in a blink of an eye,
Illuminated by a crack portal to the sky.

With no more reasons to take flight,
I marvel at all that time forgot.
All the hidden gems not liked alot.
And as it all swirled around my mind,
I wondered why I left them behind.

My youthful days,
Not so much a haunting curse.
More a drumming rhythm and verse.
This happy place, brings back my smile,
The briefest comfort, by a long mile.

And as I stare at these forgotten gems,
Covered in dust and waiting to be found.
In their tomb capsules underground.
I make a pact to revisit my past,
To reveal the part of me I'd masked.