Part two of a two part fanpoetry series I submitted to deviantArt earlier.
Guess the characters.
I do not own Naruto.
My bones creak,
or maybe it's just the trees,
as
I trudge on
in search
of the Source.
The source of these memories
the source of these scars,
these unhealed fractures,
the wounds that still haven't closed.
I want to tell the Source,
that I'm sorry
for being reckless
and for not remembering
until now
that I'm sorry
I couldn't find a better present
and now we're both scarred for life.
I want to see this Source
the troubled man
who sees too many familiar names
on a casualty list
when coming out of battle.
I want to tell him,
"Hey,
you can scratch my name off
that God-forsaken list,
you idiot."
because no one wants to see their own name
or their friend's name
etched in granite
as a memorial
We're living memorials,
living,
breathing,
human beings,
on opposite sides,
reminiscent of how we were
all those years ago
before the blades clashed,
before the blood streamed,
before the earth fell,
before death.
Before the wounds were dressed,
the crushed bones set,
the screws driven in
to hold this body together.
Before healing,
on either side
began.
All before
forgiveness.