A Child At Tornillo

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