Inspired by the stories of the abused Foreign Domestic Helpers in Hong Kong
The glistening sunrays offer hope
newborn sighs seek shelter
the day has come, a break,
a slumber without disorder
hopefully...
Weakness begins to melt down her spine
to think that today she is free
she distanced her thoughts away from work
and let their strands flow randomly
if only...
Now is the time to consign to oblivion
the abuses marred deeply in her soul
scathing words like trash and moron
for today she can forget them all
hopefully...
But the moment her eyelids clasped
dimness invites haunting pictures
the rebirth of restlessness and fear
the seeds of sneaky vultures
if only...
As the day stretched longer a droplet flows
followed by many in aching fertility
a hundred dollars left in a pocket
the rest sent to baby for surgery
hopefully...
A smile from a stranger nearby
deeply penetrates the core of her soul
the tender warmth of rays shed hope
as friendships bloom amidst the foul
thankfully...
The day cloaked her with new hope
in several forms to keep on
weary eye induced hot droplets no more
a gentle token of inspiration
thankfully...
The stranger shared the same story
pages to pages of ink overused
mind numbing, heart fluttering
they are much the same - the abused.
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