A Change is Coming

Playing with social justices

Quietly, within silence

Soft footsteps fall

In the cold snowy night

as the wind blows with all of her might

A child walks, holding matches close to her breast.

 

She reaches a dark alley, and stands shivering,

Unable to hold the matches still

She prays and prays

That he doesn't find her

Otherwise he will make her sorely pay

For not coming home.

 

The cold seeps into her bones

She slowly freezes

Huddled in her ragged cloak

The air harsh and choking

Still lighting matches

Staring into the flame...

 

She closes her eyes and falls asleep

To awake in another world

Where she will be safe and kept warm

Where there will be no harm..

 

The Messiah smiles down at her

Holding her close

Whispering that she is now home

Her heart leaps in joy

and she hugs him tightly..

 

In the morning,

They find her with no warning

Lips blue, ice upon her eyelashes

But a smile upon her face

As she has found peace and safety

At long last.