there will always be nightmares
When I was very young, I held onto the hope that perhaps someday my
nightmares may fade.
Everyone I knew had them; we were orphans of war.
I believed then for the sake of my own sanity that somewhere out there,
there were children who slept without the fear... without visions of
things that no child should see and that one day I may know such
nights... the ones they gave no second thought to.
I envied them.. the ones who were more fortunate than I was... even if I
didn't know their names... even if I never saw their faces.
They would never wake up to the sounds that jolted me from my
sleep, the smoke that rose from the destruction nor the mess of tangled
steel it left in its wake.... and the annihilation of dreams.... and of
But I understand now that it's not true....... that at some point the
darkness comes to everyone; every child and every adult. There is not
one who is to be exempted...
We will all know the terror of waking up in a cold sweat... and that
inarticulate pain that suddenly grips our chest as it seeks to tear us
apart from the inside.
I wish that it only had to be me.