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Trash (Full of Worth)

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Our Forgotten Our Homeless

Trash Full of Worth

Littered with the regret that I could become

reduced to a disposable stain on society's skirt.

kicked aside with the stench which alludes to my past,

crumbled by my own hand, cripple by my own delusions of grandeur,

glimpses of myself when I was suitable,

with dignity to master the art of being a perfect disaster.

The unforgiving wrinkles of my skin delivering lines of poetry against

an unwilling story weathered by the storms that have no end,

of judgement despite one bad decision turns into a mountain

of rubbish, disguised as gold; my goal turned in to self-pity

with a form of medication that steals my teeth and rotted my face

but life is now a haze of a bearable state;

Too proud to lift my sign of, "WILL WORK FOR FOOD"

I rather die than see the inside of your nostril as you,

scrap my last ounce of self-esteem as you toss me coins

or rather thorns, to my already bruised pride,

I try to hide as tears scream loudly, a trail of my despair.

Though sheltered, I'm not sheltered with my child

ripped from the warmth of her bed, so she doesn't see

fist hitting walls, hitting doors, breaking bones, blooded flesh,

she sees the harsh reality of protection in a space called safe.

I looked for hope once, life dangled it in front of me as if it could be obtained,

as I reached I stumbled on the shadowy surface, I now call home

it welcomes me with open arms this hard surface cold and unforgiving.

I struggle to erase the obituary of my life but after all is erased there is still me.

Bless you all.... Thanks for reading

I started a nonprofit this year call "Restoration Hope". My goal is to not only provide families and/or individuals a bed, food, shelter, but a new start.

We can't erase the past, the failures, the pain but it can be sculpted into something that is not dragging our residences back into the cycle of homelessness, abuse, and addiction.

The hemorrhaging of mistakes can be heal, while instilling hope, giving support, counsel and through structure.

This poems just embodies some of the stories I've heard speaking with people in my own community. These beautiful souls that breath life into this unforgiving world was/is somebody's child, brother, sister, and family.

If it wasn't for the grace of God this very well could have been my circumstances and my children and I fled from an abusive situation.


© 2018 Leslie Robertson

Comments

Leslie Robertson (author) from Tennessee on October 30, 2018:

Thanks Paul, it is amazing of the resilience in people

Ryan Paul S Balagtas from Philippines on October 30, 2018:

The image generated by your words Ms. Leslie is powerful. Those are things we don't want to happen to us so we hold on to the illusion that we are ok. To admit we are not ok is scary specially with pride ruling over our minds. As I always pray, may God change our hearts so that we can accept the gift of peace, joy, and RESTORATION He offers.