It was one of those bitter days,
When the cold gets to ones’ soul,
And one wonders in a million ways,
If the freeze will ever thaw.
She sat there on a concrete slab,
While the snow around her fell.
The world one color white and drab,
Was a snowglobe for a God.
She had no place to go to,
Home was many hours away,
And as the frosty wind blew,
She wished she’d worn a coat.
Hours flew by as she sat there,
Like a statue made of ice,
When a man nearby stopped to stare,
And they smiled to each other.
Sometimes we don’t realize,
How lost we truly are,
‘Til someone makes us recognize,
Through a simple phrase: “Are you okay?”.
She smiled like an automaton,
Replying: “Yes, I’m fine”.
-“Well, the storm is hitting us head-on,
So you should get home soon”.
He walked into a store nearby,
And as soon as he was gone,
She clutched her chest with a sigh,
And her eyes filled with tears.
Her heart began to weep…
She’d thought she was invisible,
Living in a hole so deep,
If she died none would see.
So many people walk right past,
They don’t care or realize,
How long a kind word can last,
Within a human heart.
One kind thought or word,
May save a soul one day;
Building a bridge with each word,
For a lonely castaway…
To find their way back home.
K. Aldaya, 3/31/15
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