Candy Colours

I like “the locket around her neck pointing our way home.” Nicely done! -OM
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cityscape.

Hurt and alone, she walked

the aging streets of downtown.

She’s been hurtin’ for so long –

her hands worn from the weight.

How do I tell her the truth?

The weight she carries a lie. 

Our past not worth the dirt

it’s buried under – I’m done.

Her eyes tell me she knows.

Words don’t mean much to her.

The locket around her neck

pointing our way home.

cityscape.

She wants those pretty pictures

painted in candy colour.

I don’t own the green.

All I have is red.

But I’ll make up the rest.

I can’t buy pretty pictures,

so I’ll learn to paint my own.

Each one framed inside our heart.

The locket kept to remind us

we’re more than a pretty face.

We’ll use whatever scrap

we find to build that home.

cityscape.

©Brenda Baker 2016

Part 10 of the series Hushed Voices.

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