Tossed on the ground
like any other debris you kick as you pass
your avoiding eyes still pierce
the stench of my last refuge
wrapped, huddled in mourning
for what you take for granted
for what I once had
and I beg you
screaming silent prayers
please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop
lift me from this dispair
I just need one hand to get back up.
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wrapped and huddled in mourning…this was really strong
my husband used to work with homeless people…can be really hard sometimes..some grab the hand..others don’t..
Josepf – an honor to have you share. I love the aspect of despair you take – a state of mourning for the past. I also like the conviction that it only take one hand to help – excellent
thanks Leslie
The last line is the killer *I just need one hand* It’s too easy to get here, it’s so tough to get out.
Thanks for swharing
Shan
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