She
sits quietly,
near the window,
eyes nervously
tracking
remembered pain.
She
does not know
where
she will go
when
frugal municipal funds
force closure
on her shelter.
She
still believes
if she had tried
harder,
if she were
a better person,
he would never
have hurt her.
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
