She wore the results of last night’s fight
On her face as badges of honor
Sitting on the curb, she is waiting
Waiting for a ride, an escape
Away from this life
Neatly tucked away in a small corner apartment
The sun beats down upon her back
Rays pounding until her body was sweating
And she wanted to cry
No one to call and nowhere to go
She sits outside a church
Hoping for charity
Thinking she should get some religion
Then at least she could confess her troubles
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt
Knowing she had nowhere to go
Except a curb outside a church
Discarded, like a five year old sofa
Permanently sunken in the middle
Or an old office chair missing a wheel
So always teetered to one side
She slumped forward
Watching the traffic speeding by
Hope lingering on her face
Tucked in the wrinkles around her eyes
Maybe, she needed a sign
With HELP scribbled in big bold black letters
Then maybe she could find something more than this curb
Maybe she could find her escape
Her way out of this cycle
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
She wore the results of last night’s fight
On her face as badges of honor
Sitting on the curb, she is waiting
Waiting for a ride, an escape
Away from this life
Neatly tucked away in a small corner apartment
The sun beats down upon her back
Rays pounding until her body was sweating
And she wanted to cry
No one to call and nowhere to go
She sits outside a church
Hoping for charity
Thinking she should get some religion
Then at least she could confess her troubles
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt
Knowing she had nowhere to go
Except a curb outside a church
Discarded, like a five year old sofa
Permanently sunken in the middle
Or an old office chair missing a wheel
So always teetered to one side
She slumped forward
Watching the traffic speeding by
Hope lingering on her face
Tucked in the wrinkles around her eyes
Maybe, she needed a sign
With HELP scribbled in big bold black letters
Then maybe she could find something more than this curb
Maybe she could find her escape
Her way out of this cycle