Vagrant

Born into solitude and death.
Scrounging for scraps to fill an empty belly.
Wandering frightened and cold.
Lost amongst every moment of each breath.
Pondering what a different life might offer.
Unable to comprehend how it could be better.

Living without hope or love.
Growing feral in these streets so tough.
Drifting between places of grime.
Bear witness to murders and other violent crime.
Hiding beneath cardboard in pouring rain.
Wishing something would end this fear and shame.

Calling out to the dark that surrounds.
Quaking as you lie curled up on the ground.
Desperate to see a shining light.
Something that you cannot imagine being so bright.
Then day slides into view and you go roaming without a clue.
Mild improvement in this living hell.
Eager to get attention that you’ve never felt.
When out the blue someone heeds your cries.
Gathers you up and takes you inside.
In your shock and fear you lash out unsure why you are in this new here.

To your surprise you aren’t cast aside.
Instead you are shown a new kind of life.
Filled with love and caring tone.
Given everything you have never previously known.
Warm bed and plenty of food to boot.
Your cynicism easing as you slide into this new norm.

It’s true what they say after all.
Time and love really can heal all kinds of wounds.
From stray born to a dead mother.
To sheltered, cared for and loved like no other.
Happy ending’s can and do come true.
Just hold on and never let life get the better of you.