Street walker

prospective

Life leaves it’s marks on your soul

Mine has been stamped for sure

Walk until you can’t walk anymore

See just where that will leave you

After a while the veneer of society grows thin

If you are lucky you will find a meal

And a place to sleep for the night

Growing up no one ever told me how cold it could get

Living under a bridge downtown

No one ever told me that if you stop to rest

For even a minute you will freeze to death

Puts life into prospective

I was homeless only a short time but being so left some scars. It has been over a year now since I lived on the streets but still it seems strange to be in a place I can call my own. I still sleep fully dressed. I have a hard time sleeping if I undress. There were times when I wore the same cloths for weeks at a time without changing. Have you ever worn your socks until they turned hard. I was a bum, a street walker. I never understood what being a street walker meant until that life was forced on me. Even after more than a year I feel as though the other shoe is about to drop. I wonder how long that will go on for. I now have a roof over my head and am of sound mind…it takes a kind of madness to survive being homeless especially in the winter. My situation only got better because of the legal system and a friend or two.