i picture stepping outside in the frosty air <br />the wind cracks my face like sidewalk cement <br />on the other side of the street there's a pale man <br />begging for coins under the light that shines above him <br />next to a woman wrapped in a torn cloth with the look <br />of desperation in her icy blue eyes i quickly turn to walk <br />away with that image sealed inside my mind <br /> <br />i picture being that little girl whose mother <br />is so strung out and willing to give up anything <br />for a rock even the apartment which led <br />me to sleeping on cardboard pads i picture <br />having to walk the cold streets for moma's <br />addiction sometimes forced to be a participant in <br />one of her deadliest heroin scandals and for some <br />reason we succeeded through all these episodes <br />until it led her mother to one of the most desperate <br />decisions of her life........sell her daughter's innocence <br /> <br />i picture being that woman whose body reveals black <br />and blue prints how many beatings has she suffered <br />through the last 8 years of her marriage? to many to count <br />i picture the most ecruciating pain ever witnessed <br />from ciggarette burns to stove tops i picture being a prisoner <br />to my own husband <br /> <br />i picture these things because in the real world <br />situations like this does happen.......i've seen it <br />but despite all they been through people manage <br />to take each piece of themselves and put them <br />back in place and become a strong as they were <br />before.....the same person but with a totally <br />diffrent perspective<br /><br />elena winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picture-this-8/
