after all this

maybe there's a home after this. 

maybe, after the war, after the anger, after all these days of endless exhaustion, 
there will be a peace waiting for me 
somewhere i can rest 
shade, sand and sea, a book to read and the wind on my face. 

i am so tired. 

i need no cinematic ending nor a blaze of glory, 
no happily ever after, no final boss battle, no immortalization in the stars. 
let me stay here a little while. 
between the lines, behind the pages, where life is kinder, where i am kinder. 
one day, the sky will slip off my shoulders and leave me weightless, 
light enough to fly, 
and that will be enough.