Pic credit – Pixabay
The faded pale pillowcase
Fluttering in the morning light
Makes the clothesline look weary
Narrating ordeals of the night.
Once again she cried into it
Stifling her sobs and screams
Faithfully it’s soaked up her pain
Hiding her heartbreak and dreams.
What ails her? Why is she is so sad?
On the surface all looks well
She fools the world with a brave facade
What lies beneath, who can tell?
The pillow case is her only confidante
Helping her hide her eternal plight
Protector of her vulnerable emotions
Strengthening her for the dawning light.
So I say a little prayer
When I see a pillowcase in the sun
Survival is tough in this world
For every bit helps in the long run.