Dear Anne Frank.....For the Children.

Dear Anne Frank, 

I didn't sleep well last night. I drank too much coffee watching reports, time just slipped away. 

I have a hard time stomaching how society speaks out of both sides of their mouth - especially when it comes to children. All sides screaming everything they do is for the children, everything they fight for is for the children - all these wars and the blood spilled..for the children - all for the children because there is this supposed respect for the beauty..the miracle of life

And then we literally blow away those living and breathing children to prove a point. 

I am so sorry you were one of those children. 

My own childhood is filled with examples of being forgotten and left to the lions, growing and licking my wounds at the same time. 

Man's hand and twisted ways stole our childhoods, just in different ways. Sometimes I have what they call survivor's guilt - wondering how I escaped with my life to become an adult, when so many didn't. 

I think my heart has never stopped crying for that little girl I once was - that wound is reopened when I hear those words, "it is all for the children." 

Anne, I want you to know I wish I could have been there for you, protect you, show you all Germans didn't hate you for breathing. Ease your nightmares. 

That is what we SHOULD be doing for the children. 

I guess I feel comfortable writing my thoughts out to you because   like you I feel no one sees me, no one hears me - no one cares as they judge me. At least this way, like you did with your words, I know I exist and this is who I am  --past the flaws, beyond mistakes, under the pain, this is who I really am. 

I wonder who else feels like this and just hides away....