sharp, strangled scream under the moonlight,
abandoned and alone,
as a family is followed by a star,
destiny dripping from the legs of a lady that needs a sit down,
needs to push,
needs to scream,
needs a hot bath and a glass of Prosecco.
It takes great kindness,
to cut up what little you have,
hand it around,
half for you,
half for a stranger,
that sits in tears, at your door,
desperate and downtrodden.
It takes great courage,
to open the door,
to let unfamiliar footprints find your carpet,
to say “You’re welcome here.”
Be brave, and kind,
because the streets have made the acquaintance of many an abandoned set of footprints.
There are faces in the darkness,
without stars to help us find them,
unnerved and unwelcomed, by those who have warm hallways and warm beds.
Wars spill across oceans,
the shards of broken glass decorate the night’s sky.
Let your eyes be captured,
let them follow the rays of hope in the darkness,
let them lead you towards kindness.
Let yourself be brave.