Prose: 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
questions, except for what might
be graciously and freely offered
by those willing to share what
they have available with others who possess
little, if anything, of their own to spare themselves.
Morgan W. Brown
Montpelier, Vermont
Thursday, November 9, 2023
(note: fortunately, save for experiencing a nightmare,
the author is otherwise safe and warm at home;
yet knowing that there are many who are not,
during a cold night, with snow predicted and Winter
still looming around the corner; that nightmare is both
very real and quite scary for those who live unhoused outdoors;
the title and phrase "terrible state" refer to both a state
of existence as well as state of mind only, nothing else
should be assumed or inferred by their usage)
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