Poem: When she stood at the door

When she stood at the door,
as she paused before going inside,
she thought of the past that she had lived,
and what happened before.

As she paused before going inside,
she thought of sleeping in her car,
and what happened before,
the day she was laid off.

She thought of sleeping in her car,
five months after,
the day she was laid off,
because she couldn’t pay her debt,

Five months after,
she first had to sleep in her car,
because she couldn’t pay her debt,
she had to sell it.

She first had to sleep in her car,
with a coat for warmth –
she had to sell it,
when she needed food.

With a coat for warmth,
she could walk to the shelter,
when she needed food,
for there was nowhere else to go.

She could walk to the shelter,
but then she had to live there,
for there was nowhere else to go,
no place she could afford.

“But then she had to live there”,
she remembered the day,
“no place she could afford”,
she remembered the feeling.

She remembered the day,
they said they found her a job,
she remembered the feeling,
when they didn’t call.

They said they found her a job,
she thought they would call and tell her no,
when they didn’t call,
she was amazed.

She thought they would call and tell her no,
when she sent her application,
she was amazed,
when they said she could have the apartment.

When she sent her application,
she had little hope.
When they said she could have the apartment,
she was overwhelmed.

She had little hope,
when all this started.
She was overwhelmed,
when she stood at the door.

 

P.S. As a note, there will be no blog post tomorrow, April 10, 2015, on M. Sakran’s blog of and about poetry and poetry related things.

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