Invisible People

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


My heart breaks for these people. By last report there are 500,000 people are in this situation. Half a million displaced and lost souls. My soul cries for them.


They stand on the street corner holding up a cardboard sign

Or you see them sleeping in some doorway of an empty building

Sometimes they stand there with their hands held out

Pleading for anyone to help them in their struggles

Sometimes with an animal on a lease.

Some sleep in shelters with others who are down on their luck

They look so lost

Beaten down and dirty

Dirty clothes and broken smiles

Empty eyes of so many miles that only they can know

People just walk past them

Or drive by not making eye contact

Who are these invisible people I wondered?

They were once people with jobs

And families

And hope.

Now most of them have none

except for the kindness a stranger may show them now and again.

They are the invisible people.

They could be us.

 

* ( I too was once one of them. I had a job working at a Pizza place while up in Michigan. I was promised a much better paying job in another state so I put in my two weeks notice but at the last moment the other job fell through.  When I tried to get my old job back they had already given it to another person needing a job. Up there jobs where hard to come by. I couldn't find another job. And when my money ran out I was kicked out of my trailer and ended up on the streets. They didn't have shelters there when I was there. Not in the town I was in. So I had to live on the streets with just the clothing on my back. I survived by collecting beer and soda cans and bottles and turning them in to a local grocery story for the deposits and got about 65 cents a day (If I was lucky ) which was just enough money back then to buy myself a soda and an apple pie. I would end up losing 45 pounds. I slept underneath a bridge near a creek and had one bar of soap that I used to clean my clothes and myself. I was always in fear though of getting caught by the police and thrown in jail which would have been even worse in my sitiuation.  For 6 weeks I lived like this, collecting bottles and cans all day for the deposit and then buying  an apple pie and a coke and that was my meal and that was how I spent my day, all day long looking for cans and bottles and it became my job just to survive. Eventually two sisters too mercy on me and invited me into their home.  They fed me and let me take a shower and I slept literary for 2 solid days. )

The whole point of this poem and this story is that not all homeless people are worthless people who are drug addicts or drunks although I'm sure many who pass them up assume that. . Sometimes jobs get lost and they can't find new work. Sometimes its from families that get broken apart. Its hard to keep up ones hope when you are alone and on the streets and without anytihng except the clothes on your back and you've hit rock bottom. I was homeless. I wanted to work but I couldn't find any new work and so this is what happened to me.  My heart breaks for so many I see out there that are walking around with that same look in their eyes that I once had. 

 


Submitted: January 26, 2018

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hullabaloo22

Thanks for sharing that, Jim. It's a really timely write, for here we have a big housing crisis. Buying a property is out of most people's reach now, and the rents are more than the mortgage repayments would be. There have never been so many people in emergency accommodation or living on the streets as there are now.
An excellent poem.

Fri, January 26th, 2018 8:50pm

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Thank you Hully. I appreciate you reading it and your kind comments and insights to the plight there in your own country.

Fri, January 26th, 2018 12:57pm

Kemy2U

I Really Like This Poem Very Much

I like this poem, because I could relate to it. I’ve never realized unfortunate mishaps could occur in peoples' lives to make one lose hope, give up, or just give me. This takes me back at one point in my life, I was a scrappy paycheck from being on the streets. It is now my greatest reward to advise someone that circumstances does become a disadvantage to us at some point; however, it only makes us stronger, wiser. It’s what we do to turn our misfortunes around, with sound decisions to make it all the more sweeter to continue on our life’s journey. In dedication, for the hopeless ones who just can’t seem to grasp onto that dangling rope of salvation. Then may God be with them always to cushion their harden falls.

Love and Hugs,
Kemy

Wed, January 31st, 2018 4:43pm

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Thank you so much for reading and for the wonderful comment and the wonderful insights. I do very much appreciate it and the fact that you took the time to read this. Thank you.

Wed, January 31st, 2018 8:45am

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