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"Who are (THEY), Can't you See"???....

Woe is me...……..

By Kathryn HobbsPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
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"Who are (THEY), Can't you See"???....
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WE, the Survivors of things People dare to speak; things people could Never imagine...

The World looks at us and we smile, we lend a hand at times; yet some of us hide from the World and it lets us!

A Homeless man walking the same street Every day, then there's those of us who just hide and keep our heads hung low. Though we ache for friendship or a Hug, any sign to acknowledge that (THEY) see us.

Or to dig so deep inside ourselves and grab something that only GOD could have put there and to hope if even for a moment that our families care??

But almost instinctively we go back to what we know and to what (THEY) let us!

The World, our families (THEY) let us! We hang our heads down low and we go back and walk that same street corner - the exact same one we walked for so long!

'Hello World, Hello our Family members, Hello strangers, Hello anyone that has a Soul, 'WE'RE RIGHT HERE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU and WE'RE CRYING THE SAME TEARS WE'VE CRIED FOR SO LONG, WE'RE PRAYING THE SAME PRAYERS, WE'RE SO HUNGRY!! HUNGRY FOR FOOD, HUNGRY FOR LOVE, HUNGRY FOR A LOVING EMBRACE".....

We don't ask for Help because the word NO catches in our throat and the tears burn in our eyes...

Please open your eyes, open your hearts, WE'RE RIGHT HERE, RIGHT in FRONT OF YOU, "(WHY CAN'T YOU SEE)"?????

Pain & suffering for no apparent reason, rejection and cruel words that echo through our souls when we try to sleep; on the cold ground, a park bench, a Homeless shelter that if you visit it one time, you pray you never have to go back!

That's why we sleep on the Ground & go to Church on Sunday because they have Breakfast down stairs and coffee.

We dream of sleeping in a soft bed, with pillows and a blanket; while we're sleeping on the cold hard ground...Why do you think we smoke weed and drink beer (often)?? That's the ONLY way when we're laying on the hard, cold ground it feels like a bed with pillows and a blanket.

People laugh at us or just ignore us, we're still Human Beings, our hearts are beating in our chest, we're VERY MUCH ALIVE, why can't you see??

And you know what else; our heart breaks and bleeds red all over that cold, hard sidewalk - [WHY CAN'T YOU SEE}????

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Kathryn Hobbs

59 Year old Blood-Bought Child of ALMIGHTY GOD...

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