Letters of Freedom.

A young man,
Sat alone in a box,
Made of his own doubts and fears.

Each day he threw,
A paper plane outside,
Watching as the wind took it home.

The planes were,
Really letters he wrote,
To any voice that would listen.

One day a reply was sent,
In the same way his letters took flight,
And the message was by a young lass name Rem.

More letters took flight,
As back and forth the two spoke,
With wings formed from oak's bark.

Soon another girl,
Also added her letters,
To the flights sea of flow.

Her name was Ren,
And her friend Mary joined,
Each day the three sent the young man news.

How the city was,
How the sky was such a bright blue,
And how the water that rested by the city port looked so new.

One day as he threw the letter,
His step was one to far and with a slip,
The young man collided with the edge of his seal.

The wall did not kill,
The wall did not hurt,
The wall did not maim.

Instead the man's hands,
Met the greener grass's warmth,
And standing before him were three girls he did not know.

Each held a letter in his hands,
It was the first he had sent by paper wings,
All three spoke at once, "Free me, Know me, Forgive me."

In reply they flipped the paper over,
And began to speak in chilling tone,
"You are Free, You are Forgiven, and you must say Hello."

With a smile on his face,
He stood up from the grass,
And opened lips dry and chapped.

"Hello."