Story Part One

When I was small,

It was different,

But the thoughts I thought,

Were just as scary then.

Dreams of terror,

Abject horror,

As I lost my family,

In a violent war.

Dreams that invaded,

My many thoughts,

And made it impossible,

For my fear to stop.

I hid it well,

But I'm sure my parents knew,

For I was always a talkative child,

That much is definitely true.

I didn't understand,

Until a decade later,

That the nightmares I had then,

Were symptoms of something greater.