I wrote this in case you didn’t make it today
In case, alas
Your constant flight or fight was right
And you are indeed a large predator’s prey
That gnashed its teeth and latched on and this time you didn’t get away
As the screams and words are cut short as it rips open your throat before you could convey
Your dreams into reality
As just when you were a child, those kinds of things get tossed in a room and locked away
In a spot in a house, in a hallway.
And I feel since then, that kids love of reality passed away
As life has felt like a series of chapters,
where each one is a short story that teaches others how to walk away
She must have hated to see them go but love to watch them walk away
Because that kid walked through every page,
and they are the only protagonist that throughout each story remains
But
In a spot in a house, in a hallway
Is a chapter in the book that always gets re-read
That’s why the book is never finished,
and you never know if she’s traveled her way through the muck, or if she’s dead
The protagonist, that is
As at one point she could not make her way back
I wrote this in case you didn’t make it today
In case, alas
In case your brain didn’t force your eyes open and your day to start
In case this morning your eyes refused to part
In case, now, there will be no more dreams to even start
As to your misery, you must focus on its counterpart
That lies low with the armies within the chapters,
and it swings its sword to match the enemy’s as it counters it even with its bleeding heart
And the counterparts name that holds up its double-edged sword to chop down its enemy
goes by Hope
Reincarnated throughout the ages and these inked pages
As it stumbles upon the kid that became stuck in the past
That kid has become plastered and eroded into the scenery
But Hope stoops down and whispers the reasons to start
Peeling themselves out of the mold of their self-made wall art
Because whoever is not here who was at the start
Does not have teeth to block the kid and Hopes depart
As the erosion was just rubble and with enough effort it will start to fall apart
From her body
As she can continue on her own as she becomes lite enough
As her fingers become nimble enough to flip through to finally read the pages left unread.