Making It
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Never have I thought it was easy, but I have fought my evil demons
Throughout leaving home at a 18, biggest regret, but enjoying the challenges
Obstacles have battled me on my dark days, I came out shining
He has dirty clothing and smells
Yet he sits on the corner and waves
There's no sign or cup
Though looks emaciated and untidy
But he doesn't beg for help
I tried to give him a twenty
Living in a world where you are alone never to know if you are going home. Life without a table to sit never to know what to do without it hunger is real you have to eat out a trashcan or two.
Death is opportunity
Life is the challenge.
Opportunity to relapse
Challenge to stay above.
Opportunity to give up
Challenge to remain on track.
I am a survivor.
Learning things on my own
because I have no home
barely making it through the day
have to leave because I do not like to stay
look at my reflection in the murky water
They weren't born this way.
They had a life just like you
You can end up right were they are
Homeless, looking for a job, and a car
I wasn't born to write,
It isn't my passion,
It isn't my calling.
I write because I need to live.
I write because of my fear.
I heave through my lungs,
Fighting a word on the page.
