Refugee Dreams

You know this is war, child.
You must grow strong from your suffering.
You must fight. The anger inside will grow.
You must make yourself large and powerful.
You witnessed your father and brothers,
beaten and chained and taken away.
You watched your mother and sisters,
raped and beaten and raped again.
You felt a soldier’s hand twisted in your hair.
You felt him lift you up and toss you
into a bright and merciless fire.
You scream in helpless fear and burning pain,
as you wake from your 99th traumatic dream.
Tension from the broken land lost to stress
hopelessly snapped and gone to war
again, to war child, to war.

Judith A Sears
05/26/2019

I am sorry that this is not a fun read, I am sorry that it is raw and painful. but mostly I am sorry that situations like this are not rare in our world, our beautiful, beautiful world. I am not a refugee, but I had a dream last night that I was that child. Lost in the middle of a war, as so many, too many, children are lost right now in our world. Here are some ways you can help… support UNICEF, Save the Children, OXFAM, and other humanitarian organizations and never ever forget the worlds children when you pray. …and yes I do really have such dreams.