A random guy gets out of the truck
and starts to walk into the QuikTrip store,
from his walk you could just tell
even without knowing him
that he wasn't a bore.
As he goes to open the door
he catches the eye of a woman
who is at the gas station,
smirking and nodding dramatically -
checking her out and quickly seems
to have a momentary fixation.
He must have felt her stare
and acted in response,
then walked away with an air of nonchalance.
His friend in the driver's seat and the woman
look toward one another and shake their head,
the woman with a smile and hair that is almost cherry red.
"I'm not even pretty, though!" She thinks
even with that soft grin,
glass on her nose and teeth that aren't straight...
without remembering all the time that it is all about within.
She is a typical woman that likes to rock out to Led Zeppelin
and drink moonshine whiskey -
loves her flag, her country, her family
but despises the men that grab at her
when they think she's gotten a little past tipsy.
She wants someone to see that heart on her sleeve
and love her for who she is,
whom thinks she beautiful in sweats
no makeup and hair that is frizzed.
They may be complete strangers
and they may never crossed paths again,
but it invoked that feeling of being desired
from this moment which isn't quite foreign.
It had been awhile since someone
had been playful but not hitting on her at the same time,
there wasn't any leering eyes
which made her feel like she was covered in grime.
She may have spent a long time trying to love,
and seems to go through life with her hand
encased in a boxing glove.
In the moment, she almost feels better
as sad as it would seem,
because lately her days have had a reoccurring theme.
She spent her nights alone
trying to fill the silence of the house,
rock music failing to replace a child or a spouse.
She throws herself in her studies to get that GED,
"I have to get my life back on track
from what was done to me."
Her mother abandoned them three
and to her youngest sister
a mother figure is what she became,
with her own set of problems
that she struggles to declaim.
She fought to stand as tall as she is today,
to keep the flame within her ignited
"If there is a will, damn it - there has to be a way."
This woman doesn't exactly need affection
but it wouldn't hurt all the same,
knowing that it is possible to smile again
even after losing life's chess game.
This woman is on the mend
from left her discarded on the ground,
pulling herself up with strength that would astound.
This stranger came off as playful
and by God that's really what she needs,
to feel not so alone
as she lays in her bed at night
and clutches at those prayer beads.
She has to hope that she won't be alone forever
and there is someone out there that would
one day hug her tightly and say,
"I love you so much, sweetheart... everything will be okay."
About the Creator
Stephanie Lifton
Hi! You will soon find different varieties here. I am a writer and a poet, though I am still passing some stepping stones with this. I get wrapped up in the poem sometimes and it may turn out long in the end, so I apologize in advance. :3
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