The Girl Without A Name

She sits there waiting Body shivering against the cold bite of wind that is relentless on her skin Her eyes are downcast Staring into the puddle directly below Pondering Pondering about the life that she could have had before the trouble all began Her fingers dig into the frost bitten flesh upon her arms Drawing blood and coating her skin in an angry flushed pink Her lips pull down into a frown Broken and chapped as the wind nibbles at them harshly It wasn’t supposed to have happened like this She had had her whole life ahead of her But now she was without a home A girl without a name Tossed aside by society like used tissue paper Forgotten by the ones that she used to call friends Disowned by the people that were once her family The street was her home A bed of leaves were her bed The only safe place to rest her head She sits there waiting Hoping That someday, Things will get better