For seven months,
My boyfriend, I, and our dog,
Could not find anywhere to call home.
We lived in a box,
One much smaller than your own,
We lived in a camper,
One that must be pulled to move along.
During our seven months,
We endured many of lives lessons.
Many showing us what a cruel world we actually live in.
My boyfriend tried everything.
He even began asking random strangers for a space in their attic.
So many people could care less for our situation.
So many people only saw us as another burden.
The things we would have done for these people.
Like clean up whatever messes they couldn't get to.
So many ways we would have expressed our gratitude.
Yet so many faces turned down a helpless few.
We experienced faces like our own.
Others just trying to make it,
Even in a blistering cold.
We did not have much money,
Nor a whole lot to offer,
But when others needed help,
We tried our best to provide it.
One man with his dog,
Was very accustomed to his life.
He had been living without,
For quite a long time.
He learned to prevail,
And learned his own ways,
By being human to all,
He is alive to this day.
This man gave us a token,
An Obsidian with Hawks Eye.
A necklace he had made,
While finding himself in time.
Though meeting so many people,
We spent quite some time alone.
Reflecting with each other,
On the world we thought we'd known.
As for our box,
A sixteen foot trap.
There had been a leak in the roof,
Since we got it seven months back.
This leaky roof had always been a problem,
That we tried to fix quite often.
But every time it was "fixed",
Sure enough,
The rain would prove us wrong.
The cold of Autumn began to spread,
Soon the cold was our biggest dread.
It seemed the only source for heat,
Was a propane tank and burner, complete.
Its funny the options given aside from death.
Either freeze now,
Or warm yourself while breathing your last breathe.
The heater was lovely,
Giving us reason to move on.
But the leaky roof would prove otherwise,
As the weather sharply turned.
We had carpet in our small abode,
Not too thick but just right.
And in two weeks,
It had rained four days straight,
Carpet soaked, Happiness to shreds.
Two weeks later, the carpet was dry,
Only for the next day to begin with rain,
To our surprise.
Another week and a half of soaked up thrill,
Till my boyfriend came up with an idea,
Trying to raise our frills.
He found some free carpet,
Cut out what he could of the old one,
And laid in some new.
How nice it felt to walk freely,
Not have to worry about wet shoes.
This sensation once again did not last,
We both became ill,
As did everyone around.
Each sickness was different,
But all soon became well.
The only problem was that I was still ill.
Then my boyfriend found a place,
A place we all could call home,
But we ended up staying in our camper,
Another two weeks, too long.
When we finally arrived,
At an actual destination of stay.
I was so overwhelmed,
Just to be somewhere I could walk,
More than four feet.
With a room to put our things,
We briskly unpacked,
The weight we'd been towing,
And at times nearly dragged.
But once the camper was empty,
We began to over scan,
The big lug we had lived in,
For seven months passed.
With one look under our bed,
I knew why I was still ill.
The ammonia from this creature,
Swept throughout with a shrill.
The fungus that grew here,
Would overwhelm the deepest of Hells.
And even after finally seeing it,
I cannot believe this is where I had dwelled.
For seven months,
We had lived there.
Called that camper home.
It's been one week since we've left there,
Still sick but finally feeling like we're Home.