Wake, wake the child

Waking... waking from the child.
We see with hazed lenses
The darkest depths are far from mild.
We've lived in shadows and half truths
Survived! And tucked the horror away... so carefully,
So our adult life could live, be, surpass our youths.

Lurking... like sleeper assassins
The terrors, the child endured to protect,
In the darkness it stares and grins.
"Come... come, lets play..."
The deep, sketchy, howling voice beckons,
"Come... step into the darkness, come play..."

What is the monster, we dare not see?
The memories we've spent years polishing,
what lies in the dark... keeping us from being free?
Is it the "Jabberwocky," vampires, the Devil!
Seducing, scraping, gnawing at our very soul!
Slamming us, molten; like firery metal on an anvil.

We draw strength from the child we once were
Failing to realize as adults, we are much mightier
The dark kept us, weakened... and unsure.
The Hell, the scorching dragon's fire!
That left the scars... must be troddened again..
To be free! To raise us higher and higher!

We must pick up the tiny shield
Enter the places we feel most naked, vulnerable;
Compassion, love, forgiveness are what we wield.
Swords and spears are useless against these foes,
We must be accepting of the darkness we see,
Weep and release our tempestuous woes.

Wake... Wake the child.
Tell them thank you and let them go...
With wakened eyes you shall no longer be beguiled.
The scars you will carry, no longer the torment
No longer the sadness, anger... just a memory,
Release the tears, darkness... continue your ascent.