The Sins of Man

Trafficking - A piece of Heart

A piece of Heart

A single ember of warmth in the ever cold world,

Tipped over against the wall,

Frayed and tattered but still in tact -

The only connection to home.

The owner, busted up herself,

She’s lived in such a cruel world,

No break between repetitive work,

Relying on her only piece of heart.

So many times has wished of breaking out,

So many times clutching her warmth in the dark,

So many times wishing there was some sun.

And only the thought -

Of the lone tattered bear on the wall,

Kept her from leaving entirely.

So for now she’s content

Suffering, starving,

But content, because she has a reason -

To wait for the sun,

Because it’s warmth has already touched her heart.