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Poem: To Ponder Being Homeless

I am a writer. My passion is poetry. I feel words connect people together and help us to understand the feelings we share.

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I know...
You live here
Which implies I do not.


It is not
A wonderful feeling
Realizing any day
You might need to pack up
Leaving the place you call home.


The tears are held back
The rage you feel inside
Stays put
What a fear you hold
To ponder being homeless.


The day turns into night
The night into day
As you walk dazed
In confusion
Making the most of what life offers.

© 2019 BRENDA ARLEDGE