What haunts your dreams?

Well - it was interesting enough to actually find the address we needed to visit this week... but it was especially interesting to have it be a meth house... oh sista, those open sores must really hurt when you flash those gang signs... and by the way - My Kingdom.... would win....   I love being a Missionary.  I'm pretty much convinced that I've grown a foot or two, AND I must increase my firearm capacities.  Next time I visit her... I'm taking a tooth brush for her teeth - what's left of them, and some soap for her mouth.  I might not be your 'certain kind o momma' but I bet she would like to know what you've chosen to do with your life.  So I just held your broken body in my arms and told you that a safe house is right around the corner, and tonight I will relive you telling me that you don't dare even go there.  I usually don't publish these thoughts, but one day I'll write them in a book just to get them out of my mind.  The experiences I'm having every single week, sometimes 2-3 times a week are heart wrenching, but - it's just too fresh in my mind, and in my helpless state of being and I can only write the frustrations because there are no answers tonight.  For now...I can only pray for this person, and ask that she isn't raped tonight, or beaten again, or that the low that comes after the high, won't kill her.  I had better get started.... because the next experience is right, around, the, corner..