Bag Lady

Beaten by weather
Abandoned by life
Grimy faced lady
Life passing her by
An inkling of hope
Destiny she chases
Yearning for more
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Prompt 4, Bag Lady

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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