crimson dreams

a child's dreams shattered at the arms of a weaponless army. the waves on this ocean crashed no more. visions of pink ribbons and tiny little dresses and sweet-smelling powders all washed away with her tears. innocence never had a chance to survive in her not-so-perfect body. so many nights i cried myself to sleep thinking of a future that could never be. and suddenly an angel brought with it a river of crimson . . . of hope . . . of dreams. i never saw a red so red or felt a peace so peaceful. and as the clouds lifted from my hazy head i knew i wanted a better life for that little child that still lives inside me. crimson dreams and pink ribbons . . . and peace.

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