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ANSIR® Profile: Scintillator / Empath / Visionary
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The Forgotten

It's the holiday season now
I can tell by the ornaments sparkling in the night
And the lull of the Christmas jingles I hear
The kind of loneliness ~ that hurts more when you weep...

The snow comes down harder
As the wind whips to & fro
Feeling its bite through my torn, dirty coat
It's wailing whisper mocking me...

A lady in mink passes me by
Lingering long enough to toss a quarter & scoff
Long enough to lose balance of her tower of gifts
With fancy bows and glittering wrappings,
Tumbling to the ground....

As I lept to help her
She jumped back & shrieked
Loudly denying my aid
Voicing unkind words my way
Hurriedly scampering past after retrieving her packages
Still faintly muttering as she went....

Hurt & embarrassed I fingered her generous gift
Imagining her coat on my small thin body
And the blanket of warmth it would offer
Curious about the packages ~
Pretending it would be 'me'
To be surprised by the promise they held...

The aroma of ample feasts fill the air
Swirling around me teasing my hunger even more
In comfort I cling to a stale sandwich someone discarded
Each bite I take is not of it,
But an imaginary feast of my own....

I look up as the Carolers approach
Letting my weak, small voice ~ join theirs in celebration
But - they only laugh as they pass me by
Jeering, kicking dirty snow my way
Even as they disappear out of sight
Their taunts still burn my ears.....

My tears begin to fall...
Streaking my unwashed face
Desperately running my fingers thru my tangled hair
Wishing I hadn't lost my comb so long ago
Wishing so simply for a warm blanket,
Or a small sparse meal ~ to hush my hunger
Most of all ~ a kind word or gesture, to comfort my ailing heart.....

The rhythm of my sobs, lull me to sleep
Wondering if tomorrow I will awake
To relive this day again & yet again
Wondering which will claim me first
The cold harsh winter - or my fate in this cruel world......

I am so young
and once was someone's child.....
But now
I am
just 'forgotten'......

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