Why? Why me, God? Why have I been tasked with seeing such things? Feeling such things? Why has evil come to my door so many times?
I sit watching a young woman. She is barely in her twenties and still carries stuffed animals on her backpack. She talks about movies and music and all of the things that should occupy her mind.
How unlike me she is, especially from how I used to be... back then.
I see in her an innocence I never possessed. I see in her potential roads and outcomes never illuminated for me.
I see not a weak, nor even a meek person, but a carefree soul, which gives wings to her voice and her words, as if the very lightness of the notes could carry any wish to heaven.
It is then within me a hard truth finally blooms into fruition.
It is for her I see.
It is for her I have spent countless hours crafting the words which have become my spear and lance.
It is not for some future unknown child who has yet to draw breath.
It is for those like her, now, those who might yet be saved, from seeing, from knowing, from feeling all those terrible, horrendous things our society has wrought in me.
For her, and every child like her, this once caged bird sings.
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