New Woman at the Shelter

She told me about saving to go to college
but didn’t because of “well, lots of things…”
She began to tell me how she lost her apartment
but only said “It was lots of things…”
She spoke in detail however of her job as a nurse,
how she spoke only Polish until she was 5
She told me tales of her father’s small business
and how his employees loved him so much
She talked about how much better she feels
when she runs every day and meditates
and how much she misses both
while staying within the shelter’s confines
“She’s like a building with 15 floors,”
her new shelter friend whispers to me,
“but her elevator only goes up to 5 now”

Day Four prompt: write a sad poem in simple terms

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