A Lost Voice in War

I never forget because my memories haunt me till I can no longer run from them.

I am caught up in a war that I do not understand. My childhood robbed of innocence and I am plagued with the horrors of today and the nightmares of tomorrow. If truly life held any hope, I am yet to see it, yet to see that light shining at the end of the tunnel with hands open wide to receive me with a warm embrace. For all I see is misery and hopelessness and I wish all the fighting and all the thundering noise of death would seek silence and be still for a while and marvel at the beauty of peace. I wish we could all just get along and put aside our differences for me, a child of tomorrow lost in the insanity that plagues all men.

I have hopes, dreams like everyone else. Dreams that would make my past a forgotten shadow but though I dream I also hurt. My pain breaking my words, words men consider as words of a naive child who understands nothing. But yet I have seen my friends lie lifeless and their parents’ still, eyes gazing to the sky as though expecting a miracle to fall, as though expecting an angel to come to save them. And yet I wonder if I am truly naive.

Every night I close my eyes and dream of the past, I dream of the time when I had hope, and my home was filled with joy and laughter that I often forgot our daily struggles having to survive on a meal a day.  I dream and I forget everything and with my dreams, I have come to realize that I cannot be a pessimist because I am alive and though the sky is dark and the crying never stops and the rivers never run short of blood, and sleep seems but a mystery. I do hope we find peace and somewhere in our hearts, forgiveness and let the past lie with the past and let\’s give me, the child of tomorrow something to believe in and something to hold on to.

All I want is Peace

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