If you never saw the stars
Then miracles a-wait stepping out
Nighttime crisp, making breath white
I like clouds formed from chilling
And hands rubbing heat
Creating sparks that warm
::::::I’m alright::::::
Goosed-downed; feathers for no flight
Feeling like through darkness,
One can truly see
the pain…
walking city blocks,
burrowed heads trudging while pressing
stressing these visibly lost lessons
failure to meet eye contact transmitting
they feeling shame
but I’m not a judge
the warmth from my pupils translates hugs
offering gloves for frost bitten minds shifting
while still keeping distance
hailing cabs, catching opportunity
of lights on while thoughts run off duty
the pain…
prevalent in yawning alleyways
while tallies say homelessness is down
and I wonder why the lost are never found
when their amazing grace is all around
In this day and age, it's difficult to come across someone who bothers to stop and look, much less take meaningful notice of these 'night stars' as you've so eloquently put it. The reality of those caught in plights like these is staggering. What's worse, is as you've stated, how they feel about their own circumstances. Makes one think about what it is. It could be a basic emotion that comes with such a situation, or it could be knowledge of what conclusions most people come to when gazing upon ... [+]more
In this day and age, it's difficult to come across someone who bothers to stop and look, much less take meaningful notice of these 'night stars' as you've so eloquently put it. The reality of those caught in plights like these is staggering. What's worse, is as you've stated, how they feel about their own circumstances. Makes one think about what it is. It could be a basic emotion that comes with such a situation, or it could be knowledge of what conclusions most people come to when gazing upon these seemingly lost beings, with mocking eyes that lack understanding. I cannot help drawing from the way this ended, that the rain is a blessing, of sorts. Such a meaningful piece. [-]collapse
I cant walk past anyone who is down and out I am that person who wants to take care of them all and to me the rain is the tears when I dont understand the whys of this world reality is a bitch I hate it sometimes
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