Homeless
HOMELESS
by susan q miller ©2013
To others she is homeless
out living on the street.
Living—she is—living free.
Is she?
She’s a paradox unanswered,
A question unresolved.
Is she truly homeless-
I wonder, as she passes with a smile,
pushing her heavy burdens with flair, with style?
Or, am I the one who’s homeless,
my soul an unfed child,
my closet full of burdens hidden in the dark.
She pulls hers through these rutted streets,
her face a light, a song.
Reminding me that home is where you are.
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