When Future Came
Future, once so longed for - so bright, so light, so free. What would she bring? The mystery as wide as open sea. But when Future came, she carried in scars buried deep, unseen. The bright? Not so. The light? Too dim. And freedom? Failed to be. Future’s days came weighted down, with darkness thick and wet. Self learned then she was not allowed, and quietly she hid. Confused, she cried, but to survive she knew she must be small, and fold herself into something less - less than who she was meant to be. For Future stole the dreams Self held: of joy, of light, of love. Replaced them with a painted mask and heart grown heavy, hard. So Self wandered lost into the fog, and then she disappeared.