This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Photo Prompt Lights.
Sue says to “use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 5th October” and link back to her prompt post at Thursday Photo Prompt #Lights#writephotowith a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of her post.
Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul
Fear had her in it’s grip , she was no longer whole
The lights twinkled on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stood silent rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seemed a million miles away
Under this bridge ,damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, all she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dare.
Who would believe her who would care
Slowly as life slips away from her grasp
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.
Anywhere Evening News. Christmas Eve 2016 :another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.