Smile
sunburnt skin raw
tattered hand me down
dirt-lined face
hunger anchored,
she smiled, she smiled.
sun I exalt
moonlight I embrace
black nights I revere
all dangers lurking in her universe.
shame on me, shame on my words
when a corner she finds to finally sleep-- they will not soothe
her fears, nightmares
child of a lesser God,
progeny of the streets.
©Lost
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Comments
Lost your back! I'm glad you’re alive. This poem makes my heart hurt.
Yep, still alive. I know what you mean. Thank you for reading, Ruelle.
I really enjoyed this lost,
almost disbelief that someone in so much poverty can find the strength to smile...yet sometimes a smile is all someone has left to give
Really great
Lorna
:)
Thank you Lorna