Skipping

On my own was not an easy task, before my child I would find myself sleeping any where I could lay my head. The state done with me, I was 16 now, why bother. One of the best places to go was a state park, there they had showers, and good easy places to hide. It was a place to feel somewhat safe at night. Sometime we could get food from campers, coolers, in the night. A friend had a car and sometimes we would all crash in the car. Drugs were sure to come and one could only resist temtation for so long. I was no different. It ran its course. It sucks the pain but brought on all new problems. Still shunned from my parents I turned to my brother for help. I did get a bed, but food, I was on my own. $2.25 and I bought food for days. I ate good, eggs and grits, and bread, butter I would take. It was hot and so much better than pizza from the dumpster. Food is a big thing to the homeless. It can take you a long way. My brother said I must go, parents were coming, out the door I went. A shelter, could not sleep but they would let you use the phone or shower, help in a way, anyway. But at night I was back on the streets. Some nights I would sit and pray to God and ask Why and beg for his help to take me away from this place. Some could argue that there is no God because How could one so powerful allow so many to suffer. Not what I though. I feel because of God I am here now, strong. I am still lonely, reaching sometimes in the strangest places for a friend. I have my children and they keep me going. New fears now. What will I become, when they are gone. Who will give me a chance, a job, something to make my life, my mark on the world. Fear holds me back. I am smart no doubt, I am alive as proof. I want to be something, I want when my life ends for people to say that I did good in the world and it is better because of me. I get over a 100 hits a day....people to read my story, a comment here or there, questions asked. I try to answer. Do I touch your soul, do I make you think? What does my story say to you? Do you fear me and people like me or do you want to reach out and offer a hand of friendship? We are here, there, a little bit of everywhere. So many you meet everyday and the story the hold inside never comes out. We are strong but weak all in the same. I have looked some of you in the eyes and held your stare, knowing you were trying to read me and understand me without ever asking who I am? Ask now, we are the same, only seperated by things that mean little. Power, money, fame, under it all we are the same. You can trust no more than I, so how......