Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting this week’s #100WordWednesdays.
Deep night and the darkness should seem mean,
But in day time light exposes, reveals.
The tranquil night holds me and conceals,
I’m finding that black pitch, it redeems.
Souls in the day ashamed of life’s greeds,
Broken, lost, but I’m more than what I seem.
I’m like you, I have fond hopes and wild dreams.
More basic, I just want to have life’s needs.
Water, food, health insurance, no delusions.
Meds so I’m like you, not fearing night screams,
Not having nightmares on cold streets mean.
A homeless woman, battered, unseemly,
Wishing for small things, a roof and hygiene.
Wishing you’d help, want out of here, achieving —
Life where I don’t struggle but live small dreams.
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