Street Life

I dream of soft sheets fragrant with sunshinehouse_sleeping

Enfolding me in a warm embrace

Life was safe and happy and endless

But now I am afraid to live and face

Another day of scrounging for food

young girls on the streets of the city young girls on the streets of the city

Or fighting for the spot that is safe

From the wind, rain, rats and roaches

How did I get to be in this place?

Will I ever forget the hard reproaches?

Or the beatings he mercilessly rains

And I’m not even his child but yours681b5a8aa699a740d4474eb363281471

How could you allow him to treat me in vain?

To wrench me from you my only haven

And cast me adrift in a sea of maelstrom

Now I’m free, yet not with you

Life is passing, I feel old and abused080815_young_girl_homeless

Lost, searching in fear and blind view

Hope has ceased, there is no more wonder

Instead, needles, pain and soulful hunger

Oh where are you who was once my mother.

(C) Wendy Robinson May 2015 All rights reserved

I wrote this poem back in May 2015. It is to honour those who face the streets on a daily basis.

According to Homelessness Australia, over 105,000 people experience homelessness every single day/night in Australia and the major cause of homelessness is family and domestic violence, followed closely by financial difficulties.

Homelessness Week in Australia, which raises awareness of all those who experience this plight, was held between 1 to 7 August this year.

World Homeless Day was on 10 October 2016.

Sometimes things happen that makes no sense at all, you ask yourself how can another person wilfully hurt another. It is more a statement of disbelief than a question.

All we can hope for is that our collective voice against the inhumanity of the few and our universal desire to live in a compassionate filled world extinguish the fire of hatred others have spawned. Let us not forsake our humanity. ~ Dodinsky (In the Garden of Thoughts)

Disclaimer: All the above from photos have been garnered from the internet. My thanks go to the respective photographers.



Comments on: "Street Life" (19)

  1. Spot on writing. Love the poem. ❤ ❤ ❤


  2. So beautifully and creatively written Wendy!! I feel like I really shared the mind of the one written of here

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  3. Ann Tearrell said:

    Beautiful words…so poignant….thought provoking……as it’s so often said……there for the grace of god go I…..


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  4. Jenny Colquhoun said:

    You write so beautifully it’s a real pleasure to read your work.

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  5. This is so wel written, and for a gret cause. So great to see people rasing awareness for the truth about homelessness. You are very talented!

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  6. Heartache. =( I appreciate the compassion.

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    • Thank you for reading. Not long ago, the homeless were predominantly males ranging from their late 30s onward with a few women in the mix. Today however, there are a significant number of teenagers, children and young adults on the streets attempting to survive. I appreciate your comment. 🌹


  7. Puts me in mind of a line from one of mine: His hopes illusion now foregone. This is lovely Wendy and that last line is magic – super stuff.

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