I don't love them for a sacrificial demise.

They love and give
They live for those who need life
They sacrifice
They fill the needs they see
every day.

Not defined by their deaths,
but by giving their whole life

A refuge, if only for a night
A place to sleep and not much more
It is an escape
A room full of dreams
Of tortured bodies and tormented souls

But in sleep there is peace
They are still

Transported to far off places
To realities that are not their own
Anywhere but here
If only for a night

This is a place to dream
Even if only for the night

We had our monsters under the bed
They kept us from the shadows of night
From peering in the closet
And walking down the hallway

Now just disguised as thoughts in our heads
They keep us from much uncertainty
From peering into our souls
And living our days with joy

But both paralyze
Steal security
And gift us sleepless nights

Fear has great power
It kills and destroys...
But only if power is granted

Who sees clearly?
It certainly isn't me.

I don't really see you,
And you will never truly see me.

Who says I see things like you do.
Do you see the same colors I see?
Is the blue I see the same as yours?

Perhaps we just learned to call them the same.
How different the world for us.
Yet we call it by the same name.