Fiction
Turn left at the crossroads,
Pass between two trees,
Step through a mirror or a picture frame.
See new worlds with different suns,
Let the scales fall from your eyes.
In words long written down,
Or cities formed of light,
An ancient promise ever new;
Not that monsters exist,
But that they can be fought.
Escape mistaken for retreat,
That siren song of other shores,
Brings us back unto ourselves
With hope renewed for better days.
For all is real, and all is now;
And in those moments out of time,
Fiction whispers into truth.
Inspired by “Broken Glass” by Diotima:
https://write.as/diotima/broken-glass