A Child At Tornillo
Telling my story makes it real
Brings it into existence
What I thought I knew
What I know now
Wasn’t real
No matter how
Well intentioned
Well thought out
How much more a child
Silenced by something real
Something dark
So dark that
Reality is eclipsed
But what if hope
Like light
Can't be extinguished
What if imagination
Expression
Incarnates home, self
A knowledge that creeps through
The surface
What I want isn’t a dream
Not a vision of what isn’t
But what I’ve seen
In my mind’s eye
My heart’s memory
What I hear isn’t invention
A tune I know
Projected in another setting
In a voice too small
To be heard
To be ignored
What if the faith of a child
Is a light that darkness
Cannot comprehend
Cannot overcome
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