Did you have a home once?
Was it warm and dry?
Did you eat food you chose -
not what someone left behind?

fast food remnants as
dry and hard as your life..

Did your shoes fit then?
Did your clothes?
Did they shield you
from the weather?

Perhaps they were even stylish...

Did you have a bed once
where hopeful dreams
softly danced among the covers?

Were there curtains on the windows
to keep out the stares?

Was there a night light and a lock
on the door to make you feel safe?

and...

Were you loved?

Now the ground is your bed,
the stars your night light.
You have no door to lock.

Are memories locked inside?
Do they float in dreams among the trees?

And keep your soul alive?