This is My Epilogue
This is my prologue
It moves through time just like yours
Except
Maybe my creator was a weaker being.
Maybe face decided that I didn’t have the right
To change the world
The way she wanted me to.
I had become a hero
Long ago
In her mind;
A strong passionate being built like a mountain
By years of gathered wisdom, experience,
And trust,
Leading a journey through perils unknown
For the sake of freedom,
Or morality,
Or something that’s worth lies deep within my heart
And touches the souls of those around me
Through my soul.
And then she just wanted me to live.

This is my body, tiny, frail,
But not weak,
No.
I had the strength to cry out for life,
For the sake of my creator
To hear my voice,
To know beyond a doubt
That I existed,
Even though the body of my life lasted only a few blinks of an eye
To everyone else around me.

This is my epilogue,The end of the journey
When the creator can finally look away.
She slowly removes my future from her mind,
Careful not to bruise or break
The frail state
My ending has left her in.
And when it is all taken away,
She is careful not to look around herself.
Do not look
At the ones who survived
Do not ask why they lived
When they were too weak to cry out for their lives
And I was not.
My creator will turn her eyes away
And my story will end.

A/N: Three years ago, my little brother was one of the ones who was too weak to cry. But he lived.