One Minute Moment: Waiting

I stood on the parapet, awaiting my trial. Where had time gone? It seemed like yesterday I was an innocent child, playing by the brook near our little home. When did things change? I think it happened slowly, over many years. My brothers and I used to laugh, but I don't think I've laughed in years. At least not in that carefree way I did as a child. Now I wait, hoping I can stand and defend myself. This old rock still stands after centuries. Perhaps I can take my strength from them. They persist just as I must. Did the one who built it believe it would stand as long as it has? What am I saying, one could never build this. It would take many. Hundreds and thousands perhaps. Oh well, he would never believe what was happening now. What was my crime? I wrote a word. It may seem strange to someone outside these walls, but yes, that is my crime. Who knows if I will live to see another dawn as the crime is punishable by death. Oh how far down the road we've come. But alas it is too late for us. We gave our freedoms for what we thought would make us happy. Instead we gain misery, and thoughtless living. I hope we may break free, but our passion is neutered. What was the word I wrote you may ask? "God"

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