She walks, alone down the sidewalk the wind tossing amok - hair - that has never been styled - and against clothing - that was never in fashion Her face is scrubbed clean and makeup is not in the budget, nor a thought the blush in her cheeks created by Nature's cold and the wind She is the outcast you remember her: the one who never spoke in class the one who was never picked for a team the one without - friends? How easily we forget - how easily. And while we lived and loved and traveled and began our families she walked, as she does now, alone Gentle kisses never touched her lips nor a lover's touch upon those wind pierced cheeks she faded from our memories as last week's dinner and we never looked back to remember her as she never looked forward to happiness on Life's horizon Yet, somewhere in my soul the desire to hold her appears my Mind's Eye sees her in silk - her hair glowing in the sunlight her body - a temple of Passion and we are two exhausted adventurers in the journey of Hearts I see fire - in her sad eyes and hear her speak my name amid the sighs of one satisfied with Life and with our lovemaking And all her pain has been replaced by the security of my arms and the compassion of my heart . . . . . . . . . My thoughts are ended by the changing light and I travel on, away, from her - and from her endless pain And I think - How close we each have come to this How nearly, we have missed this Tomb which she must call "My life." And we, but call "A shame." She is - and will always be - the outcast who walks with Emptiness. C 1996 Thomas Lee Rhymes - written 12/04/96
Reason for writing:
All of us have known a person such as this. Some of us, myself included, have - at one time - been this person.
I work with a lady who is ridiculed by the others, yet, when I suggest to them that they should help her - they refuse. Such is Human Nature.
What inspired the writing of this, was a woman I saw walking down the street as I was on my way to pick up my son from school.
I hope this makes the reader think of those who are in need of friendship.
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