From the Anthology
Writing from the Unhoused
1.
In shadows of the city’s scorn,
A man, once young, now world-worn.
His childhood lost, a cruel charade,
In alleys now, his bed is laid.
2.
Memories haunt, a relentless tide,
Of fists that fell, of tears he cried.
His innocence stolen, a bitter cost,
In the cracks of life, he feels lost.
3.
Through shattered dreams and broken glass,
He wanders, searching for the past.
But the streets offer no solace, no respite,
Just the whispers of darkness, the endless fight.
4.
Six years behind bars, a prison’s embrace,
Yet freedom eludes him, a cruel chase.
For the bars of his mind, they still hold tight,
A prisoner to his past, both day and night.
5.
Each day a battle, a struggle to survive,
As he wrestles with demons, trying to revive
The flicker of hope that refuses to die,
Beneath the weight of despair, he still tries.
6.
Two times he’s tried to end it all,
To escape the pain, the voices that call.
But something within him refuses to yield,
To the darkness that threatens to steal.
7.
For within his heart, a spark remains,
A glimmer of light amidst the chains.
A whisper of love, of grace untold,
In the depths of despair, it takes hold.
8.
So he trudges on, one step at a time,
Through the alleys of sorrow, the mountains to climb.
For he knows that somewhere, beyond the pain,
There’s a chance for redemption, a life to regain.
9.
Through the eyes of a child, he sees anew,
The world bathed in colors, vibrant and true.
And though scars may linger, and wounds may ache,
He refuses to let his spirit break.
10.
With each sunrise, a promise of hope,
A chance to break free, to learn to cope.
For though his past may never fade,
In the present moment, he finds his shade.
11.
He reaches out, to those who share his plight,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
For he knows that together, they are strong,
In each other’s embrace, they belong.
12.
So let us not judge, or turn away,
From those who struggle, day by day.
For within each soul, a story untold,
Of battles fought, and hearts of gold.
13.
And though the road may be long and steep,
With faith as his guide, he’ll never sleep.
For the journey ahead may be fraught with fear,
But with each step forward, redemption draws near.
14.
So let us stand with him, hand in hand,
As brothers and sisters, we’ll make a stand.
For love is the answer, the healing balm,
That can turn the darkest night into dawn.
15.
And though the scars may run deep and wide,
They’re a testament to the strength inside.
For he is a survivor, a warrior true,
And his story is far from through.
16.
So let us lift him up, on wings of grace,
And let love be the light that guides his race.
For though the path may be rocky and rough,
In the end, it’s love that’s enough.
17.
So here’s to the homeless man, with a past so dark,
May he find peace, may he find his spark.
For though the road may be long and hard,
With love as his compass, he’ll find his yard.
