Today I woke from a horrifiying dream,

An image that caused my soul to scream,

A nightmare world where all was rotten,

And Children I'd Known were all but forgotten.

I searched for the truth inside of my mind,

As phantom deceptions paraded behind,

But the truth was found in my ravaged wrists,

As I vented my rage through my savaged fists.

Visions ignited before my eyes,

Of loved ones strong, unique, and wise,

Of Children I've Known who will always be friends,

Of love that heals, protects, and mends.

Tears began to flow as I remembered goodbyes,

Hardships, troubles, and lonely lullabies,

Artists, dreamers, and lovers embraced,

Poems, songs, and fear of a future yet unfaced.

My memory exploded at the incoming tide,

As my anger and sorrow were allowed to collide,

Destroying the darkness that kept me from seeing,

And releasing the pain from my innermost being.

In utter exhaustion I fell to my knees,

As I stabbed through the quiet that infected my pleas,

With words whispered softly through my silence broken,

Of a promise renewed and a love left unspoken.

As I dried my tears two questions remained,

What of The Children that were left still detained?

And how in such time had I traveled so far,

Away from Where The Children Are?