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I woke up suddenly and leaned against the helpless wall
hoping that it would support my abounding weight but instead
I had to rely on the courage and faith that kept me alive over the years.
With sweat streaming down my tired face and tears filled my weary eyes 
I sat in the wee hours of the morning pondering the little girl's cry.
A cry of desperation, a cry resonating from the depths of her heart.

I could still envisioned her frightened  face and trembling arms
as she emerged from the dark room screaming, reluctant to go with them.
I can still feel her arms clinging desperately to my hands
and her tearful face buried  in my  prayerful chest.

Moments ago I wandered in my sleep to  the Middle East,
browsing around a shopping arcade looking aimlessly at stores until I ended up in 
an enormous three story level house and inquisitively walked through its doors.
I  explored the interior of the house but no one was  to be found. 
I yelled and hallor but nobody answered. 

All of a sudden a creepy sensation overshadowed me 
forcing me to cautiously walked towards the basement, 
There I  pounced upon a small pocket of smoke oozing from the corner of the
the basement steps. I quickly poured water over it and put out the ignited fire
that came from pieces of coal heaped upon the wooden steps.

The brightness of the evening turned swiftly into night
And the giant house stood still in the desert without a single trace of light
deepening my curiosity, mounting my suspicion  and heightening my anxiety.
I left the house and searched all around still no one was to be found.

I went inside the house again and some women suddenly appeared
All  seemed to be in a sedated  and drunken state. 
One of them walked politely with me toward the basement and 
I showed her  the extinguished  coal on the steps .

In splits second  scores of women emerged
from different parts of the house
carrying several children in their  impotent hands.
The women walked outside coercing the children to go with them
While the  terrified children scream furiously
heightening the tension of the darkened night.

Scores of vehicles stood in line waiting
Waiting  to take the startled children away. 
A little girl ran back and clinged desperately to my waist,
she cried so loudly and pleaded for them not
to hand her over to the child's protective services.
I took the child in my arms and rest her head upon my chest 
Immediately she stopped screaming and  start sniffling
I assured her that everything was going to be alright.
I woke up with the tearful child sniffling upon my prayerful chest.

                                                                                                                                                                             ©2014 Christine Phillips
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