Dear Mr. Watchman,
I see you standing on that wall.
You stand watch. And you grow tall.
You see meadows once green and long.
It's time to forget it all.
This is our hope. This is our song.
There used to be no foes. The gates were always open.
We'd play in the streets. Our dreams never broken.
The skies burned so blue.
We rolled in grass and dew.
Nothing chased us. Ever blamed us. We were true.
Until that day you lost your youth.
When those monsters came for you.
Their eyes were like fire.
Nightmares of rage.
Despite all their anger, all I saw was pain.
They rolled up our skies.
Our fear was their prize.
A boy born in darkness and shame.
They battered our walls. They pounded and clawed.
When he stormed down the hall.
Locked the door and unleashed it all.
These memories couldn't take us.
Those gates are what made us.
Yet here we stand, hidden from the truth.
You've seen many things.
Of both memories and dreams.
Taken by fire. Our breath now yearns for spring.
You say there's nothing left.
Only ashes and death.
Yet, we carry the seeds of what could be.
I see you standing on that wall.
You stand watch. And you grow tall.
You see meadows once green and long.
It's time to forget it all.
This is our hope. This is our song.
Our world is out there. It's not come and gone.
Do you remember when trees would sing?
When the birds bathed in streams.
When grass danced with the breeze.
It was spring. A time to dream.
A time to live, laugh, love, and cling.
To the hope of what could be.
Yes, it's true. The fire burned you.
So open the gates. Let the waters flow through.
Wash away the pain we've been trying to get through.
For the monsters won't control us. Our fear can't be a fortress.
It's time. Time to see what's new.
What was fire is grass with dew.
What was dark is shade in June.
It's time. Time to see what comes through.
So open the gates.
Step off the wall.
Take a leap. You'll survive the fall.
It's time to forget it all.
This is our hope. This is our song.
With Love,
You
About the Creator
Taylor Davis
Taylor loves creative writing and the ability to build worlds. He has several published short fiction works, including an award-winning short story. He is currently writing the first installment of a fantasy series he hopes to publish.
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Comments (1)
This is beautiful.