My Soul Tokens

  Homeless HANK is a character that represents... A single mother making min wage who loses the struggle to afford rent, childcare, transportation, and food A family whose father suffers a debilitating illness and is unable to work A man who has a mental illness without the resources for treatment A child who ages out of the foster care system at the age of 18 A family with children living paycheck to paycheck when someone was laid off A young man caught in a web of drug and alcohol addictions A woman escaping an abusive relationship with nothing but the clothes on her back A man who, because he is homeless without an address, phone number, clean clothes, a place to shower, and food, can’t secure gainful employment despite having needed skills An elderly couple living on a fixed income facing rising rents, insurance, and medication costs A family living in their car because the apartment they struggled to afford was converted to condos; the parents are terrified they will lose their ch

  On his birthday, he walked the same street he had for the past year. He gave himself a moment on this day, to remember, to hold the memories. to remember, to keep the memories on this day. This was his gift to himself. His birthday gift was to cherish the memory of a home, of where he came from and where he hoped to be.

The recovery was so long It brought me here Right here where I belong This is the last tear Now owning my life Answering only to me Happy to be your wife Glad I now can see

 The burning of heated pain rips through my thighs; my legs cannot open any wider, and the muscles pop in resistance. My teeth tear my lip as I bear down in agony. Not a word is spoken; the silence of darkness bleeds through the very soul that flees in desperation. Trying to hold on to the spirits of peace within me, I cling to hope that it will end. Empty my conscious as I search for my out. Searing waves of affliction stitch through my skin. Sickening thoughts of memories that allowed this moment to come about dare to take the blame but not justify any minute’s evil. Emptiness and helplessness struggle to enter the mind as the body takes what is given in violation. In no contest, what is taken will not prosper any, but the gift that can never die will not be stolen or placed in hell’s box. A shadow spirit can stand strong and be kept within. If you know of anyone that needs help from abuse...Say something!