I wait until the shadows come,
And darkness fills this space.
I venture out into the streets,
To avoid a familiar face.
I had a life, I had a job
and even money too!
But life can throw up hurdles
An even for you too!
Do not judge me by my look-
My tangled greasy hair!
I once wore a crown with jewels
Holding back my golden hair.
My skin was once like butter
Creamy and soft to the touch
My fingers were decorated and painted
But now they do not look like much.
I once spoke to many and
Now heard by very few-
My only audience being those
I wish I never knew.
I had a life, I had a job
I had more than even you.
Please do not judge me based
On facts you never knew.
Ingrid Exner, 2016
Very nice Ingrid. I loved the poem, the thought and the way its expressed. Some suggestions based on reading the poem loud. Hope it helps
I think you meant – and instead of an
But life can throw up hurdles
And even for you too!
Suggestions – creamy and soft to touch (omit the)
But now, they do not look like much.
I had even more than you instead of I had more than even you.
Please do not judge me based – you may want to remove the please here – to emphasise the point.
Thanks for the helpful suggestions Vijaya!
A combination of dignity and shame. She has such a dread pf being seen,but if seen and bothered she is still tough.
I thought the focus on here pitiful present state was a bit out of balance with her previous life- might have told more