Broken Poem by Jessica Nobubele Frame

The harsh sunlight shines down on you now
It beats down on you in the scorching heat of mid day

You have nowhere to go
Nowhere to sleep
Nobody to hold

You walk the streets wearing your worn-out wardrobe
Carrying with you everything that you own
A black bag with one extra pair of clothes,
And some scraps of food that you have managed to collect from helpful strangers and outside rubbish bins

Your hair has lost its colour
And the lines on your face tell a million stories
You,
You are sick
Alone
Weary of the days journey

The hopelessness your bones reflect gush day and night
You are BROKEN because of the weight of CRUELTY
But you long to be RESTORED with feather-like dignity
And you sigh with resignation as that dream gently drifts into the harsh horizon! ! !

Everything for you is about survival
And your hand- to – mouth existence can be seen from your eyes
And your rib cage is visible to the passerby who doesn’t seem to care
Your broken butterfly wings dare not approach freedom
You have forgotten the beauty of peace
And the windows to your soul are weeping without restraint
And your vulnerability …
Oh, how your vulnerability cannot be avoided