Where do I begin... Its not easy being homeless, jobless, phone less, vehicle less, family less. I use to sale my blood, to buy my mother's insulin, but my BP is now too low with my tumors. Thats ok, I was uninvited from my family, after I offered to help my mentally challenged mother find a way to stop dad from beating her. Instead my mentally ill father sold the house and junked my truck. I learned of this after I tried to go back home for Christmas and my home was torn down. A pile of rubble that had held generations, memories, smiles and laughter, silenced by a wrecking ball. my parents didn't know how to tell me that there med bills were so high that they lost the morgage on the farm, and eventually had to sale the house and everything else. All I have now is a brick that was my bedroom wall, the perfect Christmas present. I carry it with me, its all I have left of happier days. Home if I can call it that now, is a a parking lot for the college I had to take a medical withdraw from because I could not afford my med bills. With limited choices I then took my savings and bought a 20 year old car to live in. My car became my home, I had a pillow, blankets, my possessions all in something i could call my home. My birthday present to my self last year. It broke down, I was living out of it in an abandoned parking lot. the state towed it away while I was working a minimum wage job. My birthday present from the state this year.
Today... I look at my self, A collage dropout because I had to choose my health care over collage. Now God blesses me with the treasures I find on the curve at night. There's always food to be found! Already broken in sneakers, and hope in others left overs. I am one of Gods scavengers, and he supplies. Giving me strength each day to fight the tumours that haunt my body. And A voice to share his love with.
Another sleepless night,
a lost dreamer
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