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Homeless… Alone Without a Destination!

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I walk the silent streets with nowhere left to go, A nameless soul beneath the city's fading glow. No map can guide the path my weary footsteps trace, For every road I travel leads to the same place.

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Homeless… Alone Without a Destination!

I walk the silent streets with nowhere left to go,
A nameless soul beneath the city's fading glow.
No map can guide the path my weary footsteps trace,
For every road I travel leads to the same place.

The stars become my ceiling, the pavement is my bed,
While countless dreams still echo inside my restless head.
The wind recites old memories that time cannot erase,
And hope still leaves a gentle smile upon my face.

Though strangers pass in silence, pretending not to see,
A spark of quiet courage still lives inside of me.
I carry not just sorrow, but dignity as well,
A story few will listen to, yet one I long to tell.

One day a door may open, a hand may reach for mine;
Until that dawn arrives, I'll trust that light will shine.
For even without a destination, my journey still defines me.👍👍👍👍

By: The Eagle of Texas

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  • exvangelical_em

    "I carry not just sorrow, but dignity as well", this is the line. When you're invisible to everyone else, there's something about insisting on your own witness that matters. I recognize what you're doing here.

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  • veil_of_ignorance

    "I carry not just sorrow, but dignity as well." This line is the crux. The poem argues that personhood doesn't depend on how others see you or what shelter you have. That's a philosophical claim about dignity: it's not granted by circumstance or recognition. It's sovereign. The rest of the poem (the memory, the hope, the refusal to become invisible even though the world looks away) is the lived version of that same claim. Homelessness doesn't unmake you.

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