Chesnut curls
whip around her face
as she searches
dark alleys
and twisting country roads,
looking for her lost life.
She thought she left it
somewhere between
Betrayal St.
and Heartbreak Ave.,
but it's not there.
She shouts desperate questions
but passerbys don't care.
Alone in her search
she is frantic,
checking inside
garbage cans
and behind
vintage oak trees.
With a sick realization
she knows
her life is gone for good.
With no more will
to fight for her life
she collapses on the blacktop,
overcome with haunting resignation.
Cars full of heartless people
drive around the helpless girl
and continue without the consideration of stopping.
After long moments
of wearily lying unmoving,
she hears the light crunch
of footsteps moving closer.
She stared up in wonder
at a stranger
who offered his hand and a chance.
With joyous salt
streaming down her cheeks,
she gladly
accepted her life back
from the mysterious miracle
standing before her.