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.
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.