Hoe Tales


This thing, it changes you.

The pain, the fear, the cold, the uncertainty, the aloneness, the thinking.
But you would think I would stop
You imagine I care a bit about myself.

But there I am,
Every damn night
Not in the shadows
Because I’ve gone past caring
But in the dark majesty of the night
Oh! How the darkness makes me tiny
But in it my light still struggles to shine.

Red lips
High heels
Short dress and no pants,

Maybe for a saint
Even though it could be a two headed monster.

I am weak from standing,
I know I shouldn’t be here,
But still I get all the strenght I’ll need From hope…
…that there’ll be a better tomorrow.
Maybe the morning will come
With a few bucks in my pocket
Sun rays and breakfast.

Every night I hope for morning
And I can only pray this darkness doesn’t swallow me
Because every new day leaves me wondering who I really am.

via HOE TALE — chukulee

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s