Wish Me Away

And in these trying times there is but one beam of light, a faint source of fortune, a delicate reminder of the things that are seen. The things that you may see. Mostly the clouds cover any sane reason or judgment. Hanging high above, dragging deep down low, these foggy images of the future send you leaping towards the wrong direction. Head over heels you rush into the unseen. Told me you could no longer hear the warning shouts from friends who foresaw your inevitable crash. Where has your voice of reason disappeared to? Then you blame the changing times, the hurdles that the passage of these endless hours bring about. Hands up in the air, you hold off on decisions, curl in a corner and sob uncontrollably just to make a point. To make us feel like fools for not having seen, sensed or felt the burning immediacy of your standstill. You look up with your tear filled eyes and with an honest desire you sigh: wish me away.

Your voice is breaking with sadness, your life is too burdensome to lightly take. Unpacking the injustices, the harsh words and even harsher deeds, you stand in the middle of the road, bare and exposed, waiting for the gentle wind to blow through you. Wishing for the scorching sun to dry your much seen eyes. Hoping that by the desire of want the hurricane conjured will wipe your soul clean. The wind never gathers enough strength and you must put the weight back on. Dress your fragile body, cover all the parts, leave nothing behind and continue walking. Walk on. Each broken promise, each word that cut your heart, each time the shouts pierced your ears, each scar to envelope the fair skin on your brittle bones, each must go back on. Each must make the mark so we all see and so that you remember.

There are signs that scare and signs that encourage. The shell is broken to a million pieces to reveal the beautiful core intact. There is hope for the future yet. Not tomorrow, may not even be in this lifetime, but there is hope in the distance far ahead. You no longer need to take everything alone. Stand the wind alone, endure the sun, walk with the weights dragging you down. You must fight for you. I cannot give you directions or shield you from each injustice. I cannot stop the words that in an unruly fashion lash out against you. I cannot halt the power, I do not own time. In my helplessness there are instances when I curl in a corner and sob uncontrollably. I look up with my tear filled eyes and with an honest desire sigh: wish me away.