Till we appear on the other side…
This side we are tired of. This side we are sick of. On this side, our dreams were born…. Dreams of the other side.
On this side our life reeled past, leaving in the sand traces of blood, bits of skin, broken tooth…broken lives…there’s only one option left; to go on to the other side.
On this side we forgo our broken dreams, broken promises, broken loves, broken moments. On this side we learnt not to trust, yet we have a persistent urge to trust.
On this side, we have regrets that won’t go away no matter how much we wish them away. We have in the regrets bits of our lives that brought us to this point.
On this side, there’s only one place left to see…visions of the other side.
Some say let go. Let go of the past. But the past is a fuel driving us into the future. Yes, we will forgive, but we won’t forget. We won’t forget how we got here, and we won’t forget that which motivates us to move, into the other side.
Till we appear on the other side and tell our stories in verse and prose. Till we appear on the other side and laugh at the moments when our hearts were broken, now healed.
Till we appear on the other side smiling again with wrinkled grins and sad eyes. Eyes that have seen a great deal of tale under the sky. Till we appear on the other side where our dreams are remade and ready, where our hopes are reborn and energetic…
We won’t allow for despair, we won’t give up on our right to stay hopeful, believing there’s a good chance we get to see the good land, a good chance we get to the other side.