ACTIONS OF HOMELESSNESS


Thrown into a new world
Hurled into the hunger of many types
Cursed with poverty
Choked with tears of emptiness
Craved belonging to somewhere
Painful loneliness without hope
Pulsing fear of no change
Crushed dreams of yesterday
Crashing realization of homelessness
Rushing pain of hunger
Numbing memories fading away
Lost time and mistakes etched in stone.

I GOT TO YOU

FLIRTING
I knocked, and you did not answer
I flirted and you peeked out the window
I danced and you swayed to the music
I laughed and you smiled at me
I got to you
I cared enough to stay and you let me in

HOMELESSNESS HAPPENS


We can try to ignore it, turn our heads, or deny it will ever happen to us. It could, just like anything else. We try to prevent illness, and we try to prevent poverty, but it can happen and happen without warning. Poverty and homelessness are not a choice; it happens due to some options that are made but can also happen by otherfor circumstances beyond your control.
Judgment of those that find themselves homeless, living on the streets or in a shelter, is harsh. We stereotype the homeless as older men with unshaven, dirty clothes and a paper bag with booze. We see the shopping cart full of odd belonging and cardboard boxes. We turn our heads when we see the signs that read "Hungry, please give," or the paper cup stuck out from the curb.
For all that is visible, there are thousands of untold stories that we do not see, both genders and ages.
Homelessness happens whether we want it to; it just happens, and no one opts into it.
For families living a paycheck away from the streets, expenses such as emergency medical care can precipitate homelessness. Other factors might be mental illness or chemical dependency. www.change.net

THE ROOM WILL STILL EXIST

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Depression is Manageable
I have to unlock this door; the latch is rusty, the hinges are weak, and the door is soaked with tears.
My hand shakes with fear; I tremble at the thought of entering. The small, damp, dark room on the other side frightens me. The small space is soundproof, and I fear the door will close behind me, and I will be locked in.

Depression feels like a locked room
I know it is soundproof; I was locked behind its door in that room, and no one came when I called for help. A silent scream for help was never heard.

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET


Tucked away into the corner of your life, I am your dirty little secret.
Unreal to the people you see everyday, always hidden.
Pushed aside and labelled, can be unknown in an instant.
In your mind but not on your lips, hold me close and in the dark.
Keep me your dirty little secret, I am yours.
Allow only you to hold me, love me and keep me safe.
Live in the moments that will not be shared by anyone.
I am your dirty little secret!