Years Of Tears - Part 3A Poem by therisaHard to believe Three months had past Since I quit my job In March 2007. Struggling To carry my suitcase Up the shelter's steps Even with the aid Of a close friend. About to enter A totally foreign world Unlike anything I have seen Or experienced Before. Where control is Handed over To the shelter staff Upon entry. As the intake process Starts right away Filling out various forms For the city And the province. While All clothing is tossed Into the next available Washer. In the hope Of preventing A Bedbug infestation By the new arrivals. Almost six years Have passed Since that night It remains etched Into my memory. A month long stay Filled with numerous bouts Of anxiety attacks. For me Being around people Is draining Both physically And emotionally. Unable to find A moment of privacy As the wardrooms Housed four to eight women Of various needs. Running the gauntlet Of addictions And mental health concerns With many left untreated Due to the complex nature Of their disease. Expelling those Deemed too dangerous To the staff And other women. In the faint hope Another shelter Will take them In. As my anxiety Grew worse Placed an application With the housing officer To get my own place. Hoping Beyond hope I would be Quickly out of there. Never In my wildest dreams Did I think It would happen. A place To call My own. No more shelters For this girl! © 2013 therisaReviews
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Added on April 23, 2013Last Updated on April 23, 2013 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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