FUTURE FRAME

by Cecilia Wynn

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The will to be, I learned,

It's a weapon to be earned.

A future must be yearned, 

Because lifetimes aren't returned.

Think I’ll die with debts still owed.

Still, my hurt helps me down the road.

Any sensation can’t deny

That time is slowly passing by.

Battle blindly in the dark,

Jump at people’s slight remark 

'Til someone calls my name.

Who are you in that solo frame? 

Where a lonely figure reigns,

Pulled taunt against unseen restraints.

You joined, the scene got less scarier,

We learned then, two makes merrier.

The peak we viewed from down below,

Where we fought pain we thought we’d never show,

Now lies entombed in distant, dismal slopes

As we enter the sunlight filled with hopes.

The will to be, we learned,

It's a weapon to be earned.

A future must be yearned, 

Our lifetimes never are returned. ❧