Prose: Terrible State
Terrible State It can be far too easy to end up in a rather terrible state, living unhoused, on the streets, without doing much if anything to get there on one's own, let alone knowing how or why it happened, nor how or where next to flee; whether it be while wide awake or otherwise lost within an unending nightmare when asleep; unable to escape, feeling unsafe, even after finally waking; being reminded how easy it is to get there, how difficult and hard it is to get away; particularly when there is nowhere else to turn, nor no one around to help; languishing alone within an empty abyss, amid great misery and immense suffering, an hour or more later, even several years after the last actual, lengthy, occurrence. What is one to do? Where is one to go? How does one find enough hope, faith and strength to continue onward, when there doesn't appear to be any left, either within or outside oneself? There has never been any easy or simple answers to these ageless and nagging
