Thunder

She sat on the pavement,
In the cold, dark and wet,
She didnt complain,
Not even about the rain.
She tugged at her wet jacket,
And hugged her tired legs,
Remembering that all she wanted,
Was a bit of food and a warm bed.

Cars swished by on the road,
Spraying her with dirty water,
And she remembered,
The joyful, happy laughter.

A light in a window,
Directly above her head,
Switched on,
And she thought she heard voices.
They made her remember,
Breakfast in bed,
They also made her remember,
The cruel things that were said.

She sat on the pavement,
In the cold, dark and wet.
She wouldnt go home,
Not quite yet.

She would give hearts time to mend,
She would let them bite their tongues, when they remembered,
If they ever did...

Her stomach felt empty,
And it wasnt just hunger.
In the distance,
She could hear the thunder.
The rain was pouring down,
And she tugged at her wet jacket.
The voices above her head,
Now sounded like a racket.

They were supposed to love her,
And they were supposed to care,
But they took away from her,
What was her very own life.
The love she thought was rare,
Was something that was always there,
They didn\'t really love her.
They didn\'t really care.

It was cold and it was dark and wet,
But she wouldnt go home.
Not quite yet.

*This poem is about a girl who runs away after her family made her have an abortion, just in case you didnt realize.