Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Begging Girl

She held her hands out empty, walking blindly, cracking into dust.
Until someone placed a Rose in her hands
Maybe they can see me, she thought
Invisible as she was.

Cracks still there
and her hands bleed on thorns
the Rose in her hands
Hope bloomed for a moment

What can I tell you of the begging girl?
Nothing much.
She weeps in the dark.
clutching a Rose

Just wanting to be seen
for what she really is.