This is somewhat of a follow-up or companion piece to my recent poem ‘Comes A Reckoning’ which was inspired by the prompt about Social Change posted on The Reverie. There is evil in the world and we must protect the innocence of our daughter’s and son’s when we can by choosing to be a light in the dark. You will make a difference, the question is what kind of difference will you make? ~M
Whether she was conceived in love, or not. Under the cover of darkness, or in the light. Born into untainted innocence, she still shines. Like diamonds in the sky. A candle lit for all to see, lighting a path for others into tomorrow. She grows more beautiful, as times slowly goes by. The world is full of adventure to explore, and the innocence remains.
But sinister evil lurks, behind lurid smiles. Hiding dark thoughts and twisted desires. They seek to take what is not theirs, a gift that was hers only to one day freely give. The winds howl and thunder rolls, as she screams, “NO!” Through the pounding beats of her shattered heart. Within her mind he will now forever reside, banging a drum for all time.
He took from her only what he desired. Using and abusing he carelessly left behind only a scarred shell. The dark velvet of trickery and deceit, silenced her screams. He easily snuffed out her candle’s flame, in a moment of his twisted glee. Is she forever lost and fallen, an angel with no wings. For somewhere deep within she hides from so many other things. Her heart has melted into a pool, like a candles puddled wax.
He took something she can never get back. My father’s heart breaks as I look into her eyes. The pain, the sorrow, where the only the haunting, now resides. To protect at all costs and shield her from the misery and pain is my mission. I will kill and destroy those who come, to take from her only what they desire. These are the hard hands that softly picked her up when she fell. These same hands that gently cradled her to ease her pain. Comes a reckoning with these same hard hands, and you only have yourself to blame.
This poem was written in response to the prompt to write About the Social Change You Want to See posted by Tamara Woods on The Reverie, a poetic publication journal. Whether it is child sex trafficking, child sexual abuse or rape; as a father and a man it sickens my stomach. This is pure evil that perverts what is pure for its own twisted desires. It exists in the world and it is up to us to be vigilant and to do what we can to protect and help the innocent.
Yes, we were here! On a recent camping trip we found an unbroken clay pigeon and my daughter wrote a note to mark the spot and set up a marker, letting others that might pass that way know that we had been there. What really got me was that she added the ‘Dream Big’ at the end. Why, I wondered?From the mind of a 9 1/2 year-old the world is infinitely large and everything is possible. For many years she had been changing her mind almost daily about what she wants to be when she grows up, but her dreams have always remained big!
The past year or so her dreams have focused like a laser on horses. Everything she wants now and in the future revolves around horses. (See the photo to the right.) She dreams of being a national champion (she currently rides Arabian horses and competes in English Hunter) and to be a trainer one day. She has already won a Grand Championship for her age group at a show sponsored by the Daffodil Arabian Horse Association of Washington. You can watch a short video of this in my previous post The Championship Ride! Although, the details may change somewhat, her dreams remain big!She see’s the world as full of opportunity and promise. Oh, how I envy her at times. I have lately begun to realize that I have walked away from a lot of my dreams. I do still dream, but they seem just that, only dreams, which vanish like fog with the rising of the sun. I have marked those milestones of failure and regret, much more so than my successes and joys. How different would the world be if we all pursued our dreams believing that we could not fail. The outcome is not as important as the pursuit. I am into the second chapter of my life and most likely have I have less time left here on earth than I have been alive.
So now what?I am pursuing dreams, trying to send out ripples and shine a light into the darkness both my own and others. If you also have walked away from your dreams, of your youth or adulthood. I encourage you to rekindle those dreams, those desires as I am trying to do.
Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today. ~James Dean
Your dreams of tomorrow and someday, can ignite the fire that burns brightly your life of today. Let today be a milestone marker, celebrate it and dream big!
Now, tell me what you are going to do. I want to hear your stories so I can encourage you on the journey! God blesses the dreamers! ~M
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