Healing...where does it all begin
By susanne
Nightmare memories impossible to conceive, yet harder to believe, of evils wrought in the age of innocence. "Now I lay me down to sleep..." Gathering, from obscure places in deep recesses of the mind sinister shadows in cobwebbed corners cold damp cellars with crevices deep convoluted roots to unwind while I weep "...I pray the Lord my soul to keep..." Sifting through the rubble of unnatural disaster knee deep in excrement as I try to rescue them all one by one orphaned children with no where to run eyes burned out can't follow the sun Rabble rousing marabout give me a sign with seething rage on your wings I now fly! "...if I should die before I wake..." Processing it all not for the feint hearted with the patience of Job and the passion of princes who of noble cause, persevere in their plight strengthened by the power of goodness and light "...I pray the Lord my soul to take." With painstaking precision pieces approximated skin stretched taut by invisible glue In hopes forever to heal the wound. and Mother says, " shush child, it's only a dream." Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 08:03 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Nightmare memories impossible to conceive, yet harder to believe, of evils wrought in the age of innocence...."