Mercy
was a sad little street
inhabited by sad little people
who had been beaten down by life
sucked dry
and left to die
in a slow slide
toward the other side
a street that looked better in the dark
when all of its flaws were hidden in shadow
but some knew
there was more to Mercy Street
than met the eye
she saw the Queen Ann’s Lace
in a small basket
nailed to the front door
and shrank back into the darkness
a few minutes later
a woman came out
leaned against the peeling metal railing
and lit a cigarette
“I know you’re out there,” she said.
“You’re safe here. Come inside.
My name is Anna."
the woman
bent with the pain of the world
showed herself
and nodded
“I saw the Queen Ann’s Lace
and knew it meant sanctuary.
My name is Moonglow .”
“Welcome to Mercy Street, Moonglow. There’s coffee, food,
a hot shower, and clean clothes waiting for you.”
*****
You see, women have a language of their very own
a language made of signs, symbols and secret messages
it’s a special language
one that helps women survive
I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life
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