You don't think you're strong
But when the sky is falling
You feel like you belong- Rachel Diggs, Wanted.
When the sky is falling.
I sit alone. I always have. I always will, even when I pretend to forget and move on. I won't move on. Never.
All the death, all the pain, all the blood and sorrow. No, I will never move on from that. Oh, look. My sky is falling again.
Yes, my carefully constructed sky, look at it shatter.
They say not to put up walls because it's bad to keep others out. I say, I don't keep people out, I keep me in.
Look at how slowly it rains down around us, my skys deadly shards.
You told me that it would be okay, someday. I'm still waiting. How about you? You seem content, even happy. All I ever wanted for you.
The peices lay around me, of my now gone sky.
I stand alone now. I walk alone, to her grave. She died in flowers. She died. Sometimes I envy her.
I am shattered, just like my sky.
A sweet song comes from the mockingjays, a synchronized garbled chorus of that song, the hanging tree. It's melody lifts and lilts me as I place blue flowers on the young girls (or old now? It has been so long) grave. I sing along to the last verse.
"Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free." What would I give to be free?
My delacate sky is strewn around me as I walk away.