Day Dreamer

I stood tall against the empty street that I recognized as one of my own.

directly in front of the house I once called my home.

I was confused by the reasoning behind my scenery.

I felt a pull draw me in toward the front door of the home I stood facing.

I opened the door with concern that consumed my heart.

The first words I could speak to a stranger in this home was,

Have you seen my little girl?

No answer

I proceeded to next and the next, but they wouldn't reply

I noticed a hallway full of doors

both on the left and the right

I felt an urge to search

Frantic, I opened one after another until the last one

Scared of what I did not know, I paused for a few seconds before I opened the door

What I saw, Killed my soul,

There was my little girl.

Lying motionless on the edge of the bed half-clothed

That's when my eyes shifted from one side of the room to the other

A man sat there fixing his pants, adjusting himself from the act that just took place

Anger pumped through my body, and rage was born.

I gazed at a pen that was on a nightstand next to the door

I grabbed it, leaped in, and started stabbing him.

I couldn't stop.

I kept screaming!

What did you do to her?

Why did you hurt her?

No response

That's when my eyes opened; it was all a dream.

Was it?

I jumped up, ran upstairs checked on all of my children.

They all were perfectly asleep.

I walked back downstairs; sadness took over.

I sat in that living room and cried, and I didn't even understand why.

My heart was heavy that night—sleep wasn't an option.

I found myself creating an illusion to get through the night.

Present-day, I find peace in the fact that maybe that little was me. Perhaps that was the memory of me, the part of me I was scared for everyone else to see.

If that was the child that hides inside of me

I must say God took the pain from that memory

God left what was needed to be remembered and disconnected the emotion Satan would have triggered.

I will take this memory and use it for good. Bring all the hiding little girls home and show them the peace they gain once you surrender.

Do not be afraid, for God shines the light in me to guide you home.

To God's kingdom where all the little girls belong.