A friend of a friend named 'Charlie' wrote the following 'Exploring my Mind'.....it very much reminds me of Michael and Philip's confusing fear-filled world:
Exploring my Mind
Flashlight in hand
Searching cobweb covered corners
Discarded memories in dusty cardboard boxes
On one box are the words 'Do Not Open'
Written by the hand of a child
Shining my light inside the box
I open the note marked 'Confidence'
It is filled to the top
Bulging and much too heavy to lift
Feeling uneasy about looking inside
I shine my light on the third bag
This one is marked 'Dreams'
Written in colorful letters
Slowly opening the bag
I suddenly hear the most beautiful music
My ears have ever heard
By the wonder of it's contents
Visions of hope, love, understanding, happiness, and peace
All of the things that dreams are made of
I know now that there is no reason to look inside the bag marked 'Fear'
I know full well what is inside
Nightmares, broken dreams, disappointment, all- kinds-of abuse, and despairThe weight of the world on a child's shoulders
I understand the emptiness that is felt when self-confidence is stripped away
The heaviness of fear and what it does to a child
The lightness and hope that dreams bring, and just how important dreams are
I turn out my light and awaken
With only a vague memory of a journey
-Charles R. James