A STRANGER CALLS

No one sees me
Standing there?
A blur?
A stranger
Soft focussed.
I am a traveller,
Non-plussed
By my surroundings.
How can it be
That no one sees
The benefits I bring?
I am the keeper of the past
I am the foundation
On which we build
A future filled with hope,
With light
A light bright enough
To show the way
Hope enough to say
“My future’s safe”
“I will not be a waif”
“Born out of Armageddon’s play.”
What’s that you say?
You don’t know me.
My name is,
Memory.

© BY: - Pete Slater.   2014.