Invisible Girl

I don’t know what it’s like

To not have somewhere safe to call home

But I try to

I imagine slipping my feet into their shoes

With worn through soles

And know they carry their worn out souls

In their back pockets

What it would be like

To have to sleep with one eye open

Always half rested

So that those shoes with the worn through soles

Remain among my few possessions

Trying to fathom

What’s it’s like to have no tender

And rely on the tender kindness of strangers

In a world where I’m the invisible girl

Shaking a floating tin can

With my head laid against my knees

I picture what the winter would be like

To press myself against buildings for warmth

As the flurries flutter like a snow globe Christmas

And my only present is from a guy on the corner called Nick

He would call himself a saint

I wouldn’t care because he gave me twenty dollars

I can conceptualize every aspect of a throw away life

Understand that swapping my soles with theirs

Is just a matter of circumstance

That swapping my soul with theirs

Is just a matter of celestial luck

But I like to remind myself

Of what I am just one step away from

As we all are

-Christina-