WRINKLED LIFE

She opens her eyes on a cold bed

The walls around painted in white

A picture hanging on the right of a little boy smiling bright

A grilled window lets the sunshine in

Trying in vain to erase the darkness in her life

She looks at the calendar on the stand

And stops the tears from finding its way out

If she could just hear the sound of her boy

And tell him she could still bake his birth day cake tonight.

The morning seems unwelcoming and the nights dark n long

A bruised heart stamped and stabbed yet crammed with hope

She walks slowly carrying the burden of a secret stone

Quivering in between, wishing for her only support to take her back

She walks bare foot on the green grass

But why was everything she saw having the glint of black

She sees a girl in the distant

Twirling around with her baby in her hand

Flashback haunts, and it’s more than she could withstand.

What wrong had she done

Had she ever left him stranded in the streets alone?

Had she ever left his hands and left him under the wings of doom?

It’s true that some questions have no answer.

She looks at the gate yet one more time

They said it had changed into a daily worship

Eyes vacant with tears but filled with hope

That her boy might take her back

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