Homeless.
No parents.
No family.
Heck, I don't even have a toothbrush.
I spend my days waiting.
Praying.
Hoping.
Wishing...
For a guardian angel to take me away.
Wouldn't life be so much easier,
Way up in the clouds?
No more hunger,
Filth,
Constant fear.
I miss my old life-
The life where I had...
Everything.
My parents.
Siblings.
A toothbrush.
I prayed, yes.
And hoped.
And wished.
But never for my life to end.
Never for a guardian angel to take me away.
For stupid,
Mindless
Things.
Like lip gloss.
Not after what happened.
Instead, I wish for a new box-
To sleep in at night.
To keep me safe from
The roaring wind.
Maybe some food-
So the constant hunger may lessen.
Sometimes I wish for a penny.
Just one.
To help me remember my old life.
But those pennies I get-
I do not keep.
They go through my hands,
Into my homeless friends' boxes...
Because I know they don't have
What I dream of having.
Parents, siblings, families.
Maybe a toothbrush to clean up
Their smile, that still lights up the
World...
Despite--
Their hopes.
Their wishes.
Their prayers.
For a life worth living.
