A World of Peace

resized_wirhj4She lays there numb
feelings as jagged as cutting winds.
How long has it been since
she felt, anything…
…she doesn’t know or care.

Snow flakes touch her hair
her lashes
kiss her nose, her lips.

She’s fallen from the highest point
to the lowest of the low
and if she ever had a song in her heart
it no longer remembers its tune.

The essence of joy forgotten
on streets without a name
each sidewalk she trekked in the end
didn’t matter, they all look the same.

Completely unaware she’s given up
surrendered all that she is to
the cosmic love
her un-uttered prayer is heard
across silent airwaves
and soon a tower of strength
will arrive
ignoring all the track marks
and the scars of life
not caring at all that she is
damaged goods
for, she is beauty unveiled
asleep now beneath the moon
in a world of peace.


© Daydreamertoo     *All rights reserved

* Ella asked us to write something along the lines of Charles Dickens ‘A Christmas Carol’ but to end it on a happy note. Well, not everyone has a Happy Christmas and, I wanted to show how the homeless don’t find it such a wonderful time. But, I did end this happy (I think) because the girl found a happy release from her suffering.

The image is from Google images. The sad thing is, there are thousands of them.

Shared with Poets United Wonder Wednesday #12 Scrooge

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

18 thoughts on “A World of Peace”

  1. I really feel “the reason for the season” in your poem – sad that it has to be in this context to really see it.

  2. Wow Bren, so sad and touching~ And you are right, not everyone has the merry, happy view of the season~ It is sick that it happens-sometimes I would how we can keep calling our race, humans, when we don’t act human!
    Well written and such an important message to share! ❤

  3. This poem sings: it would be a ballad with a refrain, picked up by folkies and finally set to orchestral music like Agnes Dei — Then, snap your fingers and everyone would find meaningful employment, adequate housing, and more than just a place to die.

  4. Very sad, Bren….. I do hope that her release took her to a better place. This kind of reminds me of The Little Match Girl. As far as homeless in this area, they are well taken care of and have places open for them where they can come in and get clothing; and there are soup kitchens in abundance….somewhere every night and good meals. Also shelters that people CAN spend the night in with blankets and cots. I think that many of the homeless here are homeless by choice, as there are various groups that would help them find a job / living space / etc. but with mental illness or years of alcohol or drug abuse it is not easy, apparently, for them to make the transition. Many choose NOT to come into the available shelters UNLESS it is the coldest of the cold and sometimes not even then.

  5. Tears in my eyes won’t stop, Bren … remembering my own childhood … too proud to prostitute, I was never too proud to steal food though … what a healing trip this poem is … thank you … love you … and a very happy X-Mas Season for Chloe and you.

  6. Well written tragedy. It’s too bad she couldn’t find relief before her release.

  7. This is brilliant writing which taps right into the heartstrings, as does the photo. And yes, it is sad that google has thousands of them. I was struck by the lines “streets without a name” that “in the end, all look the same” Yes, not everyone has a happy Christmas. I am so glad you wrote this.

    A couple of winters back, in winter, a homeless woman died right outside an empty building that was going to be a local shelter – but city council couldnt get their act together to actually open it.

    Beautiful, powerful, profoundly moving and makes us aware – poems dont get any better than this.

  8. when i was in san francisco, i think i’ve seen the biggest homeless population in a city ever..and it really brought me to tears.. i love that you end this on a hopeful tune and i so hope that she found som peace..

  9. The essence of joy forgotten
    on streets without a name

    This image seemed to crystallize the whole poem. Remarkable write.

  10. Sad with all the houses out there empty and such, that many people have to have such a fate, see another reason to hate snow and the cold!

  11. if she ever had a song in her heart
    it no longer remembers its tune….so sad…
    there are a lot of homeless out there this time of year all the more….and every year many are found frozen or dead….its pretty sick that in our world this still happens you know….you wrote this wonderfully…poignant…

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