Words Like a Knife

Her words hit their limit
She couldn't fight it anymore
Her mother's tongue was like a knife
And so she walked right out the door

The fight got too out of hand
Her mother threw her out
And as she walked the desolate streets
There was nothing she cared about

The snow whipping through the wind
That froze all of her tears
The eerie noises of the night
That added to her fears

What was left to look forward to?
In a life that held no hope
What was left to be a comfort?
In a world where few can cope

While her hair blew in her face
And her body shivered in the cold
The only comfort was the house lights
And it wasn't hers to hold

Yet soon she arrived here
To my house just up the street
We took her in and let her stay
To think and rest her feet

My friend now lays asleep
Upstairs in my sister's bed
And already I just thank God
That she's safe here and isn't dead

What a terrible life she's faced
And what could I possibly do?
Is there nothing in my power
To help her pull through?

I hope all you who read this
Will keep her in your prayer
She is a dear friend to me
So please, just try and care

She needs more than I can provide
She deserves a better life
Free of all her mother's words
That cut just like a knife.

*This poem is true. Please pray for her... :(*