Match sticks

A spark I chose to ignore,the day it came, I knew it was to stayfor evermore. The reason I hold back the tears, that stain my cheeks like blood does a woman for years. A hope I deny to I see, a rainbow I can’t fathom to foresee,for those colors I shall never be. In

.Little visions.

Visions small, confined by my four white walls, my vision is smallbut I hope to see it all. Homeless people by the streets,all they are asking is for some shelter and wheat. Dying people asking for hospital beds,and a “No!” tears their family to shreds. Many times, I used to walk by,feeling life was such