Picture This Poem by elena winters
Picture This
i picture stepping outside in the frosty air
the wind cracks my face like sidewalk cement
on the other side of the street there's a pale man
begging for coins under the light that shines above him
next to a woman wrapped in a torn cloth with the look
of desperation in her icy blue eyes i quickly turn to walk
away with that image sealed inside my mind
i picture being that little girl whose mother
is so strung out and willing to give up anything
for a rock even the apartment which led
me to sleeping on cardboard pads i picture
having to walk the cold streets for moma's
addiction sometimes forced to be a participant in
one of her deadliest heroin scandals and for some
reason we succeeded through all these episodes
until it led her mother to one of the most desperate
decisions of her life........sell her daughter's innocence
i picture being that woman whose body reveals black
and blue prints how many beatings has she suffered
through the last 8 years of her marriage? to many to count
i picture the most ecruciating pain ever witnessed
from ciggarette burns to stove tops i picture being a prisoner
to my own husband
i picture these things because in the real world
situations like this does happen.......i've seen it
but despite all they been through people manage
to take each piece of themselves and put them
back in place and become a strong as they were
before.....the same person but with a totally
diffrent perspective
You are very sensitive to the suffering, it shows in your poem. There are things in life that are so sad, things we see are forever etched in our memory and are recalled vividly. We must balance the Sad and the Happy things of Life. Wonderful writing, heartfelt.....10
yeah......it is a terrible world we live in..........nice write dear....well penned
A very moving write indeed, Breeze. It is truly sad that this kind of evil takes place in our world. Your last verse hold out the hope for recovery. I am often amazed at the ability of the human psyche to recover from the gravest of situations. Thanks for a wonderful read. Richard
Let us pray for a better world....your poem is very touching.
Quite relevent to the world issues. I would reccomend a look over for gramatical errors but overall good job
first things being first, the grammar/misspelling nits: too many to count; excruciating; cigarette; prisoner of (not to): situations do (not does) and, by the same token, them (not it): they've been (not they been) through): put it (not them) referring to piece): as (not a) strong as): and different (double 'f') . having survived my critical eye, you deserve a doff of my hat to your empathy. not because your relating to the visuals you saw and, therefore, repainted before your reader are borne on your very own past, which is a thankful present, but that you wish on the people you feel for your very same perspective. and that's as good as having changed yourself. it was up to you, it is now up to them. the question is: are they equal to your task? maybe if you keep writing they will be. so go, girl.
Very extraordinary writing. You really know how to exploit your plume like a human exploits land to make vast crop lands and beautiful rose bushes. Amazingly done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 6:08:47 AM # 1.0.0
Wow.10/10. It's a shame stuff like this actually occurs.