Little orphan girl begging on the street corner,
Broken hearted accompanied by a hollowed out spirit,
Each day she awakes with the hope that today will be that day,
When someone comes and saves her from this life,
Which has only offered her hunger and strife.
Life wasn't always like this,
She wasn't always homeless,
She had a mother and father,
And even a brother,
But life gives as much as it takes,
And from her it had taken everything,
All on one swoop all in one moment,
A father killed by his brother,
A mother lost during the birth of her brother,
And the brother gone due to sheer poor luck,
No immune system they said,
As he lay there dead.
Life had been unkind to her since birth but that moment it felt like it had a personal vendetta against her,
She waited in the hospital with dead mother and brother,
Hoping that someone would come for her or even for her mother,
Yet with each passing day the glimmer of hope disappeared from her eyes,
And when the hospital told her to leave,
Which seemed so unfair,
But what else could they do,
She wasn't their responsibility,
No next of kin had come so she had to survive through her own ability.
She had been taken to an orphanage in hopes that someone would step up,
But no one ever came for her,
No one ever would.
And with each passing day she saw other kids get adopted,
Going to home to their new families,
Yet she couldn't break away from the feeling of loss of her old family.
Because no-one wanted a grown up child and worse one who carried emotional scars from so much loss .
So she would spend of her days by herself with an old journal ,the only memory she still had of her mother,
In the company of the little teddy bear that had been bought for her brother,
Because no one else wanted to be near her,
"The bad omen" they used to call her because she had been there for the longest,
Until one day she ran away,
She thought that being alone would have been best ,
At least no one would have to burden themselves with her,
So she struck out on her own,
But in a battle between the dreams of a nine year old and the world,
The world always wins.
So now she sits by the street corner,
Everyday with her hands reached out,
Asking for the least,
Surviving on the kindness of strangers,
Barely able to survive in this harsh cruel world,
With a teddy bear and journal in hand ,
She begs and silently prays for the arrival of a saviour,
Hoping that they will show her favour...
Photo by Qasim Sadiq on Unsplash
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