I fought white ghosts to come and find you, Jesus, 
I crossed my inner deserts and all fears, 
to come and discover you, and I'm tired, 
I walked too much, 
I broke many shoes and lost a lot of water on the long journey. 
And I didn't know where to go, I'm a homeless girl, 
with a star on my forehead, 
and they call me Comet, 
and I don't know where to go anymore 
and I follow your star because Christmas will come 
but I will die in a dumpster or maybe at the sea, 
maybe not you will see me among the sheep and the shepherds, 
perhaps I will be elsewhere and I will finally have found the end of my pain.
Dear Jesus, here I am, I'm a girl destroyed by life, 
and I'm not a beautiful presence in your crib and I won't be able 
to stay there or will you welcome me anyway?
They say you were a friend of the poor 
nd I have nothing to give you, and my heart is tired, 
and I'm tired, 
and the journey is over and still deserted inside me, 
no plants, no flowers, I woke up this morning moody.
The sky is gray inside me and I have only one thought 
and will that star shine for me too that night? 
It will probably be the last thing I will see in this life.

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kinga K.
    Nov 28, 2022 @ 09:21:16

    Amazing ❤


  2. Piedade Araújo Sol
    Nov 28, 2022 @ 11:24:48

    Good Morning
    I want to thank you for visiting my blog and the very nice comment you left, because you understood my poem very well.
    I’ve been here reading part of your work that is included in this space and I offer my sincere congratulations as they are works of great quality and interesting, at the current time.
    Thank you


  3. Mary Anne Abdo
    Nov 28, 2022 @ 23:44:26

    Wow just an amazing poem.


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