Homeless Poem

Here is a homeless poem, reflecting my experience and growth. Hope you find it meaningful.


I have slept in cars
and called Walmarts my home.
I have spent nights at truck stops,
sleeping with my head bent
over tables while
screeching video games awoke me
and reminded me where I was.
I have been taught by gutted camper shells
that it doesn’t take much
to stay warm and dry,
if not satisfied.
I have walked the flimsy line
between fear and boldness
many times
though not of my own will.
Through it all,
because of it,
I have learned that God alone
is my rest,
is my home,
is my safety and my shelter.
God alone.

Thank you for your poem.

To you I say... to you alone!

Offer your suffering up to yourself, you have done it yourself. While we have a lot to be thankful for, the hard yards you put in are a credit to you personally.

Thanks for your comments.

Yes, our trials can both bring us closer to God and to ourselves.