Homeless not Hopeless
You can see that I am homeless.
Sometimes you look my way.
Sometimes I am voided
like a dog who has gone astray.
My coat is my pillow.
My blanket is a tarp.
All I have going for me
is my literary art.
When my pen moves
across a naked page,
it causes you to notice
on any given day.
As love can move mountains,
words can touch a heart,
even one as cold as ice.
It's the glory of the art.
As you read my messages,
then you will know,
that no matter what you've lost in life,
you are never really alone.
Beautiful.
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