When I was seven, I was afraid of the dark
My biggest enemies were the moon and stars
So, to sleep better at night
I had a night light

Now I’m fourteen and I can’t stand the light
Now that’s the enemy I got to fight
I am scared of the day
Because I can’t stand what people have to say

I love the night
Because then, I get a break from the fight
Don’t have to hide my tears
Don't have to face my fears

I now realize, in the dark
under the blanket of stars
You don't have to hide your scars
Because no one can see
just for a few hours, in the dark
I'm free

Maybe God
Sends us nightmares
So our living reality
Doesn't seem so bad
When we wake up.

Until we wake up
And remember
We are living in a nightmare
We can't escape
Except by going
To sleep
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                                                               -Megan E. Freeman, "Alone"

I am here today,
In some sort of way,
That I, myself,
Cannot comprehend.
I have been loved,
Been wanted, been free,
All by the one,
That is living in me.
And I've been encouraged,
Affirmed and helped by and by,
You guys have been,
A blessing now and then.
It's hard to believe
This started with something,
I thought that I wouldn't even try.

I long to be known.
To be seen.
To be heard.

I long to be held,
In a comforting embrace,
And told that everything will be okay

I always thought someone would find me.
That it would be a perfect teenage romance,
Like you see in stupid fantastical films.

So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.

But no one came.

I was a naive fool.

Maybe it's just not meant to be.