The Other Side

I want to leave. I want to flee. Run, I want to run. I want to be free. I want to disappear with you. Leave with you. Go far away with you. Leave this community behind. To go explore. Adventure. Make memories. Take me where I can be myself. Feel the breeze. Chase the wind. Feel the ground. Smile. Live. Laugh. We can go. We can seek. We can live our lives how we want, together. Have nobody in our way. The future could be ours. This is our chance. Our chance to relive what we missed out on. Be who we are. Do what we want. Live the impossible. I am sick of staring at that barrier gate. Waiting for when the moment comes. The moment when those doors fly open. The moment when I am let out of the cage, and can let my wings sore. Liberty. Freedom. To know what is beyond the heavy barrier, that is keeping me locked away from the world. We’ve been living in this district, community, area, for years, and they have told us to go to school, get food, stay with our families, just don’t go over that gate. They said we were safe, but we aren’t. It might happen again. The rebellion. The day we rose up against the superior ones. So, after the fight was over, they put up a wall, a gate, for our own protection. And since that day, a day that will live in infamy, we were banned from the outside world, the world beyond the gate. I remember the day of the rebellion like it was yesterday, bombs, kids crying, parents screaming, yelling, pulling, hitting, weapons, fires shot, running, shouting, buildings, cars, houses, being torn down, everything gone. Our town, and dreams shattered, until nothing was left. Loved ones dead, mourning and sadness arose. It was awful, chaotic, cruel, and unheard of. But, ever since that day, we knew we couldn’t trust anyone, and we turned our backs on each other. Nobody touched the outside world. We were scared for life, traumatized, and scarred. We could only save ourselves, and look out for ourselves. So, after the rebellion happened we all had to pitch in and find food, water, shelter, and help rebuild the town somehow. At the time the rebellion happened I was only 10 years old, so I wasn’t totally unaware about what went on. But, all families were struggling at the time, so we had to try and help people out. As years passed, the town started to progress in rebuilding itself slowly, and carefully. We were all able to go back to our daily regular lives. I didn’t have many friends at the time, so when I had met you I was so lucky. You were by my side through everything that went down during the rebellion, you made me believe the impossible when I was with you. Now, all I ask, is for you to take me to the world.