The cup of soup

In the corner on the floor a candle lit it's warmth
She look at her shadow dancing on the rainey lines upon the windows

Now she sits alone on an old broken down wheel chair
She always thought it to be a punishment for her sinful life as a pleasure to men ..sent 
Yet so often she would ask for forgiveness 
With the mention of Mary ....over and over

Now she is left alone in her pain 
Yet believing there is a God
That is all she needed...no one else
Hoping it will be over soon..a tiredness inside

One day she took a syringe and try to remove her bad blood 
Bit by bit withdrew and sprayed

She was found lying in a pool of red dryness as reported by her nurse...
"I believe she wanted to be saved" .....said her nurse ......"for she knew I would be there at seven to assist her with morning care."

All this was in the police report and medical records ....a sadness

Then it happened......
No one knew...but only God can tell.

She finally wheeled her way through an open window
Three floors down.

With a written note ....
"The cup of soup was home made"