I woke up this morning, cold, and alone.
I sat there looking across a fog covered lake.
The air was gentle, so tranquil, so peaceful.
I knew where I had to go, where we had to go.
Slowly I stood up, my clothes dampened by the moist earth.
Through the silent mountains I roamed.
I came to a small grassy hill littered with rocks.
I stood there momentarily, waiting. I knew they would come.
A silhouette finally appeared, an animal’s face stared at me.
However, human hands revealed it was only a disguise.
A young girl lifted a mask half way off her face.
I kindly smiled at her and continued on.
The journey continued, but now I was not alone.
The young lady had joined me, along with another younger girl.
We traveled until we came upon a large valley. There we found a young boy.
He sat ever so still, yet aware of our presence.
His freckled face lit up with curiosity as we passed by.
I turned my head and nodded at him assuringly.
Hesitantly, he stood up and followed close behind us.
And so we traveled, helping each other as we went.
We came to a field, an open plain.
Among the tall grass sat a small girl with blond hair.
Her hair covered most of her face and she squinted her eyes from the sun.
She stood up and proceeded with us.
Further in the open plain a young couple sat together.
As we approached we noticed they were cherishing a moment together.
Our footsteps disturbed them, yet they seemed happy still.
I just smiled as we walked by.
At the far end of the field we met two mischievous boys.
One was busy dousing an abandoned car with oil.
The other lit a rag on fire ready to ignite. Such mischief.
They saw us and acknowledged us as they put down their roguery.
Across an endless road we roamed together.
We soon found three girls busy building a rock structure.
I smiled without looking their way, but I knew they saw me.
Our numbers grew, the sound of our footsteps became heavier.
The sun had begun to set as we came to a mountain side covered in stones.
In between the rocks lay a young boy, sleeping.
He wore a red hat with a buckle around his chin.
As we approached, I signaled for everyone to remain silent.
We gathered around the sleeping boy.
We all found our comfortable place and began to sleep.
Our bodies were tired, but our hearts were ready.
Tomorrow will be new day, tomorrow we will break from this routine.
We woke the following day, the sun already hovering high in the sky.
Our muscles ached, but still we pressed on.
We walked through a burnt field of grass, dried by the sun.
The golden field echoed a sigh of sorrow as we marched through it.
At last we came to our destination.
Over the crest of a hill we stepped, viewing a large plateau.
There I stood staring at the top of the mesa.
The others shared my determination, oh how I anticipated this.
A sense of pride grew inside all of us, raging throughout our veins.
It was time, our time. We could not turn our backs now.
I let out a yell, declaring our intent, as our feet began to move us.
Up the plateau we ran, accelerating as fast as we could.
Focused, all we knew was what was beyond the edge.
Far below lay the intimidating sea, but off in the distance we saw our goal.
An island far beyond this land, that’s where we headed.
We sought out a new life, letting go of our past.
Our footsteps thundered up the huge hill.
We came to the edge knowing that if we believed, we could make it.
Off we went, at first gravity pulled us down, but we believed.
Up into the sky we soared, nothing could stop us now.
Through the clouds we floated peacefully.
I looked back noticing the happiness on everyone’s face.
I smiled to myself and looked off into the distant horizon.
There I saw an island. The future.
Tomorrow was going to be a good day.