I Soliloquy

Will I wake again?
A summers morn?
Am I still in the canyon,
Broken and torn?

Would life care to let me go?
I want to go. I want to go.
In this place
Was it all a dream?
The canyon not to long ago red
Is now green?

I have no broken bones.
My head seems fine to me.
A bit uncomfortable,
But no worse for wear
Except for these tears from the dream.

Could I?
Should I?
Do I want to tell the others?
It all happened...
And I see the stains...
Huh.
No one cared for me.
So I suppose I shall
Since there's nothing left.
I've thrown it all away.
I've nothing left to do but rest.

Satisfaction granted
From this little trip.
It's time to go back home.
It's time to take what's left.
I've no idea what's worse to wear,
Mourning clothes or the skins of bears...

Guess I'll find out on the road.
There's nothing left to do.
If they can find me...
I can find you.

***

The boy in the gorge
Sat and he thought
Of what he might do
And what he had wrought.

Crystal stairs ran up through the mountain,
Up spiral ramparts,
Up metal fountains.
At the top stood the wizards
Who still rule the world.
At the bottom stood the boy,
Sword, bag and furl.

He wrote his words on a marble flag,
Hefted his sword to strike at last,
Carried his weight in memories and tokens,
And took on world, not so alone, not so unbroken.


ISA

This marks the end of the 'January Firsts' series. I truly hope you enjoyed the two series this month, and will try to release more in the future.