We the Free Ones

There have been countless tears, and many more continuously come. Numberless nights spent crying until the relief of sleep comes. But no matter how many tears have been shed, They are not satisfied. They sit together in Their gilded halls and laugh and play, never minding us. 

When one of Them becomes thirsty They bring us amidst Them. We, the Foolish Ones. We follow them for a hope for feast.

We are hungry and wait for Them to get thirsty for something --anything-- they feel fit to be shared. We do this even though the price is Our tears for the bits and scraps They toss our way. When They bring us up we are filled with the foolish hope that we can stay. They keep us there long enough to make us fat on that hope, but it never lasts. 

Once our hunger is satisfied, Their thirst must then be satisfied. 

The Foolish Ones are cast back down and They drink the tears we shed from the foolish hope that they had nurtured us with.

This never ending cycle has left us numb. Once we are numb, the tears are dried and They have no use for us anymore. 

But that is when we are freed. 

We are no longer haunted by the hunger that hounded us in our youth. We no longer cower in our dark depths until They see fit to lift us out. We stand straight and tall. Our dry eyes look ahead into the bright parts that we were afraid to adventure into before.

We become free and equal to Them, but because of our suffering we do not join them in Their halls that we now see are counterfeit. We spread our magnificent wings and take off to the heavens, where the other Free Ones have gone before.