Alone - A poem about Pilar

Monday March 8th

So there was a lot going on today... but I decided to share about one and one event only about today. It was so hard to put it down into words... I met this lady, Pilar, at the market this afternoon... I heard her story and it rocked my world around. I thought of sharing how. Yes, I write poetry.


Alone

This is not her world
she was thrown this direction
by accident, by indiscretion

She is not from this world
she was rejected by those
responsible for her conception

She was forsaken in this world
left behind at her own fate
when the times did not favor justice.

She was forgotten in this world
like if the essence of her nature
was too beautiful, too much to handle.

Yet she grew up in this world
fighting the stare-ats, the pain
oblivious, quiet, falling, like rain.

She learned in this world
of life she does not know the meaning
but she knows it is still worth living

She embraces this world
even when it has drained its empathy
it has no understanding, no gravity.

She is all alone in this world
Her only companion, her sunshine
was stolen at night, by insanity

She rest her heart in this world
because there is very little now,
almost nothing that really matters.

Yet she shines through this world
sadness, depression, yet hope
divine yet homo sapiens.

She sells tortillas to the world
feeding the hungry and the empty
feeding the just and the careless.

She has a spot in this world
as the strange dwarf in the corner
the unexpected, patient lover.