a beggar with a cardboard sign
on bluish blistered bending knees
her eyes are dull they’ve lost their shine
I’m passing by, avoid to see
I cannot face her misery
and fumble for a lame excuse
to keep her in periphery
she’s never worked, deserved her dues
I cross the street to save myself
but burning on my retina
this girl that begs for little wealth
those eyes that scorch my stamina
I turn around, I’ve changed my mind
a crumpled bill is all I give
but was it really to be kind?
or did I give myself the gift?
Today at dVerse Marina has us to write of things that we might see in the periphery that are utterly important, while we focus on more important things. I think sometimes we force ourselves not to see, as streets are filled with beggars here in Stockholm this has become a choice we have to make daily.