The Blurred Clarity Of My Thoughts

Back to Reality

She snaps out
Of her memories
Back into
Her sad reality.
It's her birthday,
She's all alone,
She doesn't even
Have a home.
She sells herself
Just to get by
So every night
To sleep she cries.
By the time
She awakes,
Has to reapply the makeup
To her face.
She blows out the candle
Says a silent prayer
That maybe, some day,
She won't have to be there.