Hope: The Escape

Metaphysical walls are under quite a bit of pressure, and have a tendency to break.

Sometimes this comes in the form of one last blow that shatters the whole things.

Other times the structure erodes and holes appear and grow until there's little left but rubble.

There is a sadness in this, as walls are usually built for protection, and once they are down the outside world can invade at will.

But sometimes the expected army doesn't arrive;  the woods of terror look more like an unthreatening meadow.

And this is hope: that the unnecessary walls would collapse and allow our escape.
That maybe the grass is greener out there.