Run Away Dreams
Huddled into a cold wet shivering mass,
I dream of home, where I should be.
And my collection of dreams come to visit me.
Normal life comes into existence behind my closed eyes.
A life truly better than I realized.
Happy moments of my life, one by one appear to me as I dream.
A perfect life or so it would seem.
I wake laughing out loud.
To my true circumstance, a run away, not just another face in the crowd.
Quickly I search for sleep again over this reality.
Desperate for my memories to return and visit me.
Once again my heart and soul take comfort behind closed eyes.
With friends, as I dream, but in reality left behind with no good-byes.
I was fourteen then; life was so simple; just sports, school, and video games.
In my dream I can see their faces, and places, but can not recall their names.
One episode after another flicks past my minds eye.
Then suddenly the memory of an argument with Mother. From my mouth angry flow, and she begins to cry.
I wake with tears soaking my face.
Not wanting to open my eyes and see my present, this horrible place.
Surrounded by darkness laced with a cold chill.
At the realm of panic I remain very still.
This time sleep will not return.
The truth of my life is before me causing my stomach to churn.
Iím huddled in damp filthy clothes.
With a smell offensive to my own nose.
The nights cold chill causes my body to shake.
I yearn for the comfort of my dreams. But now ....I am awake.
Please, God! Let me sleep and return to the good memories that visit me."
But now my awareness has again returned, my dreams for now depart, and I face reality.
My son, I have waited for you to call out to Me.
Open your eyes and you will see that your hardship, and unhappiness
I do not wish for thee.
This destructive path you have chosen on your own.
And I wept, as I watched your heart become as stone.
The tears that stream down your face, are but your hardened heart finally broken.
For not a word to Me or your family in many days have you spoken.
God is it really you speaking?
Or just a memory come to visit me?
Listen with your heart
and you will know that I have always been with thee.
Have you not suffered long enough living
as a refugee? You must return to your life, your
friends and family.
Yes God! I want to go home. But will they forgive me of my past?
Anger in a heart full of love my son, can never live, it can not last.
This young boy once fourteen years old,
hardened by life on the streets has lost a year of his life without God or his family.
The memories that visited his dreams while he slept are his true life.
If you run away from who you are, from your family and from God.
Then you are just a man who is ultimately alone.
All the Glory to God.
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