I love the children of the world, those sweet innocents who find joy in the moment and look with big eyes at those who hurt them, not understanding why anyone would do that, but thinking it must have something to do with them.
Wonderful children who never really grow up because their childhood is ripped out from under them by harsh people who do not understand what children need.
Sweet children who function at some of the highest levels in an adult world when all they still want is to have those holes drilled into them spackled with love and filled up.
People who spend their entire lives trying to measure up and never understand that they have done it a million times over.
I struggle to find the words to express their beauty to them in stories they will understand. I ache, sometimes, to be a mirror of the magnificent creatures they have become. I write and write and write, because I never seem to find the way.... when all I want is to take their hand and lead them into the light of understanding where they can feel the love so strongly that there will never be any more questions.
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