DOES a person lose their dreams,
when they’re homeless?
Where funds are empty
and normal way of life is stalemated.
DO they feel broken,
when eating choice is a food bank?
Where it tastes fine
but is made of nearly expired
and certainly not organic
food.
DOES a homeless person
still hold dreams?
When job seems impossible and their
whole existence revolves around
catching last bus to shelter.
DO they second guess factors
leading to current situation,
judging the details harshly
as perhaps an estranged
family member would.
DOES a homeless person get tired,
of labels and stares
passerby’s give?
Who cant understand how
the situation arose
and don’t really care?
THAT’S when faith must jump in,
so candle of dreams isn’t extinguished.
THAT’S when,
they whisper a prayer and surrender
to the higher plan to activated in mind.
THAT’S when,
they go deep in heart
and do their best to
love themselves and life’s journey.
THAT’S when they hold
onto their dreams even more.
StarBG © 2017
Funds have been challenging for me and though I am not homeless it did birth this poem. Also there are a few homeless people walking around town (regulars) so as I wrote this I thought of them. All two of them do is walk, walk, walk, and I just wondered what they think when they walk.