When the time changes, the wishes come.
They flow from minds everywhere,
Some by choice, some unconscious.
Some simple, some profound.
I wish my parents understood me,
Sighs the girl who sits curled up in her windowsill,
Looking out at the stars. Her ears are filled
With music playing just loud enough
To drown out the argument happening
A floor below.
I wish I was better at math,
Cries the boy who rests his head in his palms,
Staring bleary-eyed at the blank page
Lying before him. He's failed one too many times
And he's desperate for some respite
From the problems staring him in the face.
I wish I had talents,
Dreams the teen who stands in an empty studio,
Repeating the same move over and over again.
They've been trying for years
To find something they're good at, something they love,
But all they seem to be good at
Is being bad at everything.
I wish I had a best friend,
Thinks the young woman as her neighbor wraps his arms
Around the last of several departing guests.
Her house is cold and empty at this hour
And she longs for the warmth and light everyone around her
Seems to enjoy far into the night.
I wish I could get more sleep,
Groans the man as he shuffles down the hall
Without even bothering to turn on the lights.
The cries of his infant daughter are deafening
At this time of night
And all he wants is some peace and quiet for a change.
I wish I wasn't so weird,
Says the outcast as they shy away from the stranger
Who points and stares without bothering to hide her shock.
They're tired of being noticed, tired of hearing
The muffled laughter behind their back
That's just as bad as the whispered insults.
I wish, I wish, I wish, chorus the masses,
Each with their own lives and their own problems
But all seeking together the sliver of hope that shines
In the middle of the night beneath the moon.
When their heads rest on pillows and their eyes slip closed,
Their wishes fly away on the wings of time,
Forgotten by those who asked but remembered forever
By those who listened.
There's always someone listening to the wishes,
Collecting them one by one and waiting for the day
When they'll have the chance to make someone's wish
Come true.
About the Creator
Emily Sierra
Moving forward one word at a time.
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