Homeless

Eyes closed,

Hugging my knees,

Ignoring the cold,

And wishing for bliss.

A lonely girl

With nowhere to go,

Hoping and praying,

For love once more.

That's my story,

Each and every day,

But I'm only a stranger,

So you just walk away.

Sometimes I wonder...

"What's wrong with me?

Why can't anyone,

Notice that I am here?"

Then I lay back down

concrete against my back

A reminder from God:

At least I'm not dead.

Unlike many of you

I am fully, truly alive

I have nothing to lose

I'm not drowning in pride.

Reviews

[Karen Redburn]

Homelessness has been front and center here in Ontario, Canada these past few weeks. The could snap has brought it into full awareness. It has given the powers that be food for thought and lobbiest who are trying to help fuel. This poem is troubling, and many of us do what we can. Excellent write on a difficult subject.

[wordman]

tough road to travel,loved the write