The words fall like lead
at my feet. The court is quiet…the judge looks
at me for my defense, but I have none.
desperately towards the courtroom doors; they
remain silently closed. No hope of a hero is in
sight. The man in gray points the way back to a
life beside him, the dove lays dead on the floor
in its blood.
My hope is gone
now. Guilty as charged, sentenced to a life of
broken love and loneliness; of emptiness and of
I step down from the
Defendants stand and begin
to walk. My footstepssound
sharp and unreal as they echo through my ears.
Enmity walks a foot in front, his hands cold,
dripping with lies.
It seems forever,
the time that passes walking back down that
wooden isle from where I first came searching
for freedom and life; I now walked back in
chains. In a numb and quiet place tears choke
deep inside of me, in places I did not know were
I stop and cannot
take another step when I approach the dove at my
feet. The heaviness that covers me is too much
to bear. Out loud I cry “Is there no hope for
me?” but knew there would be no reply. I reach
down, lifting the dove up as I kneel there on
the floor. Tears fall quickly and all I can do
is just cry.
I Won't Go
The court room
buzzes with the sound of screeching chairs as
its occupants dismiss themselves as in
conclusion of the day. My heartbeat pounds
inside my chest as I glance around longing for
just one to care.
"Won't just one
of you free me? Won't just one of you tell me I
don’t deserve the cold unloving touch of Enmity
any longer?" I look down at the floor, closing
my eyes with hopelessness. "Won't just one of
you tell me I'm worth being loved?"
The onlookers stop their rustlings and stare in
silence at my words. Enmity turns around. His icyblue
gaze catches me, his mouth twisting slightly in
impatient disgust. “The court is over,don’t
you see that?" He yells in disgust. "Or do
you insist on behaving in the same pittifull way
as that day at the fair when he broke your
heart?” He moves his hand towards me, gripping
my wrist firmly. “It’s time we go!”
The world seems to stop as Enmity's words wash
through my mind with startling familiarity.
"Wait." I say as I gaze upwards at myenemiesangry
face. My eyes widen as I realize that it's my
very own face looking back at me.
"Stop." I whisper, my frame filling with
certainty of what I must do.
My arm is immediately released as I look around,
stunned with the realization that my courtroom
reality was the product of my own mind. I look
back at Enmity, who now calmly stands by, his
figure fading quickly out of sight like a grand
illusion that was never there at all.