Last night was my first night of ministering in the red light district, this is what I wrote after:
 
Red light
 
There are no flashes of red lights.

The only light I see is from the neon signs.
Emptiness.
Emptiness fills the streets as thousands of people come and go.
I feel it in the pit of my stomache.
I feel sick.
I want to run away.
Darkness is all around me.
I can see it in their eyes,
As girls dance around.
They look like puppets on the bar.
Emptiness in their eyes,
their smiles.
Daughters, Sisters, Mothers.
They belong to so many men.
I wonder if they know they are loved,
They are cherished.
Do they know that they are princesses in His kingdom?
Their beauty defined by the price paid for them.
Do they realize that they are already paid for?
I feel dizzy.
I want to run away.
The darkness is closing in on me.
I want to sream.
I look around and I see,
I see forgotten dreams,
An absence of innocence.
I see it with my own eyes,
yet I can’t believe it.
I want to scream for these fallen princesses.
I want to look them in their eyes.
YELL at the top of my lungs!
I SEE YOU!
You are not forgotten!
You are not abandoned!
You are valued!
You are loved!
What can I do?
I will fight.
Fight for their dreams,
their innocene.
They will know they are loved,
They are valued.
I will fight for my sisters,
I will cry out.
I will use my voice.
I will tell their stories.
 
“For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in the dark world, and against evil spiritis in the heavenly places.”
Ephesians 3:19