Homeless, Family Of ThreeA Poem by SinbulvinterA poem expressing my thoughts while my family and I were homeless.
We were just a family of three
Trying our best to forget All the events that lead this to be And what this all really meant. I was already broken down by the sticks and the stones, So the whispers really got to me. Every missed phone call left us alone While they all pretended not to see. We were lost, living in the streets Trying our best to understand Why strangers would give food and sympathy, But blood withdrew their hands. When we were at our worse, we were ignored By blood and friends. Sometimes loved ones aren't very loving And kindhearted strangers are more likely to help you in the end. We were alone, looking into the sky Pushing ourselves out of the dark. We built something from completely nothing and we learned how to evolve. We settled in, place of our own Worked for everything we earned. But even now, I look back and I'll never forget what I learned © 2016 SinbulvinterAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 21, 2016 Last Updated on October 21, 2016 AuthorSinbulvinterEphrata, PAAboutSinbulvinter: Name is based off of the Norse Mythological Event known as Fimbulvetr (Fimbulvinter, Fimbulwinter.) It means "The Great Winter." It is the immediate prelude to the events of Ragnarö.. more..Writing
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