Cries of the Past©

Cries of the Past©

By Felina Silver Robinson

In the still of the night

I hear your crying

I feel your heart race

I wipe away your tears

I rock you back to sleep

When you wake shaking in the middle of the night

Screaming out

From memories of your capture

Too scared to speak

Not wanting to utter the words that explain your pain

No words are necessary

Your scars speak volumes

If only I could erase your memories

And take away your scars

For now

I will continue to hold you

Listen to your cries and wipe away your tears