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Apologue by Susan Mehr
Welcome to my fable, a once upon a time where a simple plot can produce an intricate web of secrets. Each clack of the typewriter’s keys releases hidden truths within the story. It’s a dream that blows in a world amid the reality that eclipses an unknown realm and racing against time our hero journeys for answers. Is it an illusion? And is our hero afraid? Or in the moment of truth, contemplates the sweet taste of victory? Hence, the end whispers a happily ever after to my tale, except the legend of our hero’s actions will live forever.
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WISH by Susan Mehr
At this moment, words disappear. Alone I stand on parched soils searching for the truth. My deployment is at an end. Still, the ability to recall echoes of your laughter helps endless days begin. Even though your miles away, my journey home’s not far. Memories of our sweet embrace unearth a fight to keep taking steps forward. I hunger for the day when the mere sight of you once again steals my breath. When will people realise war isn’t a winning game? A world away, I flick a silver coin into the air, and dare make a solemn wish.
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Panic and Hope
Time is racing. How do we fight when the body is beyond repair? Even when the odds pile against us? Do we still have the strength? Why live to hope, when all that’s left is empty space. Can’t find the faith, lost the fight inside, as innocent lives slip through our hands. Hope’s so far away.
We need to care, not let weakness be the stronger. We are standing together yet still prisoners inside our skin. Dreams do not die, maybe tomorrow the shelves won’t be empty and hope the end isn’t miles away.