14 November, 2012

Homeless

A Home,
hearts longing for warmth
a strong shelter from storms..

A Fortress
secure within the walls
without a reason to fear..

A Family
the place we belong
accepted just as we are..

The House
built by morter and brick
the cold structure that stands..

The Ruins
which crumble from walls
without foundation they fall..

Orphaned
only are accepted for what
not for the 'who' whom they are..

The Homeless
just scavenging for love
a ration of bread for the soul...

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