Somewhere, in my wildest dreams,
In my deepest fantasies,
There is an image of you,
It is a memory,
Etched into my mind forever more,
No matter what happens in the future,
No matter what has happened in the past,
No matter what is happening now,
I will see this picture and it will remind me of you,
You who died for freedom,
Gave your life, so that we could live,
You who loved so that we could love,
The one who denied himself happiness,
To provide for us…
…Once upon a time,
There was a group of people,
So repressed that they believed they would never be free,
Then you came along,
And looked after us,
Protected us,
A stranger within our midst,
Giving us hope,
Letting us know that somewhere there was someone,
Who would love us, care for us,
You reformed our emotions,
Breathed the kiss of life into our deadened hearts,
You rebuilt us
You made us what we are today.
Our captors realrealizedething had changed,
Although they knew not how,
We kept our plans a secret,
Worked as we had always done,
Kept our rekindled emotions locked deep inside ourselves,
We took things very slowly,
We knew that we had survived so long,
We could manage a little longer,
Still surviving practically on air,
Our bones showing beneath our thin clothes,
Disease still ravaging through the camp,
Hopelessness still occasionally raising its ugly head,
But we managed.
We kept our hopes hidden,
Until the very end,
Until our last heartbeats,
We played the game as we were taught,
When we were set free,
We acted as we should,
But the true happiness was saved,
Prized, hidden until we reached the light,
The special place in heaven,
Which we knew had been reserved,
Particularly for us,
Yes, we kept our freedom kept hidden, for we knew,
Were we to show it, it would be taken from us,
Just like every other thing we had ever loved.
… You gave your life, so that we could live,
You who loved so that we could love,
The one who denied himself happiness,
To provide for us…
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Ok, so Inow this is a wierd weird poem. I wanted to imagine how someone in the WW2 German concentation camps would have felt if they had found god. I was trying to explain their feelings of happiness despite the hardnesses they faced, and also how mistrustful they were of others. I would appreciate any comments about whether I succeded and if the poem even makes sense. Thank you!
