THE ME IN THEM

THE ME IN THEM
ONE BY ONE THEIR STORIES SCROLLED,
WHILE MUSIC SPOKE OF WORDS UNTOLD.
FACELESS VISIONS OF ACHING SOULS,
LONGING TO MEND THE PAIN OF OLD.

"HELP ME RID THE SHAME, "ONE WROTE,
"FOR I CAN'T BEAR IT ANY LONGER.
CAST ME JUST A SHREAD OF HOPE,
THAT MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL GROW STRONGER."

TALES OF FATHERS, UNCLES, TEACHERS, PREACHERS,
AND THE TITLES THEY FORSAKE,
TO STEAL THE RIGHTFUL JOYS OF CHILDHOOD,
STREAMS OF TEARS LEFT IN THEIR WAKE.

AM I GOOD OR AM I BAD?
THE ETERNAL QUESTION IN THE MIND,
OF EVERY CHILD WHOS HURT RUNS DEEP.
THE ANSWER THEY MUST DARE TO FIND.

SOOTHE MY TREMBLING FRAGILE CHILD,
HIDING WHERE THE GHOSTS ABOUND.
LET ME GLIMPSE THE DISTANT LIGHT,
LET ME WISH WHAT MAY BE FOUND.

KINDNESS, LOVE, AND WARM EMBRACES,
NEVER SADNESS OR DESPAIR.
CHILDRENS' LAUGHTER ALL CONSUMING,
SIGNS OF SAFETY EVERYWHERE.
Mimi