American Dream

It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining. The air seems relaxed, happy. It’s fall and the leaves are turning, one of the rare days in Texas when the heat has taken a vacation, yet the sun and blue skies have stayed to play.
There are boys in the street playing ball. The picture of every American Dream. Until you look closer. Expanding your view. There are blankets and sleeping bags, boxes and backpacks lining the crowded streets. It’s a scene of homelessness, addiction, poverty and need.
Why do you shake your head and turn away? We are not worthless. Why must we be lost? So easily discarded by those who have no stomach for the reality of how fragile social station, mental health, and Financial Security can be.
We don’t need pity. We need a chance, understanding and purpose. Some need jobs others need treatment, we all need housing anyone could afford.
We are stronger than you could imagine. Our skin grows thicker as we acclimate to our environment. We have something inside of us that won’t allow us to give up. We can’t quit or we would lay down and die. We are at the bottom crawling our way up. Trying to survive Against All Odds
Some choose handcuffs and three meals a day with a bed you can’t get kicked out of, when times get too hard. Some don’t make it, but it makes us stronger when a friend lies down next to us, gives up and dies.
Could you survive it? Could you break through your discomfort? Could you stand next to us and play ball in the street. Finding comfort and joy in the warmth of a beautiful autumn day. A day when the sun is shining, the air seems relaxed and happy, when the fall leaves are turning. On a rare day when the Texas heat is on vacation yet the Sun and blue skies has stayed to play.

By Linda Jackson

Lost

You see me but don’t know my name
I played music for you and you smiled
When I danced in the sun to a song heard in my head
You wished you could dance for a while
I spoke to you once on the sidewalk
You were gracious, compassionate, and kind
I was asleep on the ground and it was your shoes I saw
When your blanket covered me before passing by
You see me and in your heart know
Not all who wander are lost

I see you as you stop at the corner
You lock your doors and avert your face
When I pass you on the sidewalk with a smile
And good day it’s your fear that turns you away
I saw the look of disgust on your face
As I danced in the warm spring rain
You shook your head in pity as I fed the birds
What little I had to share that day
I see you and am filled with compassion
Because I know it is you that lost your way

By Linda Jackson