Streets are behind me…

The Streets are behind me

Living on them

being a part of them,

smelling them,

Hearing them.

Knowing each and every one of them,

How they breathe,

How they work,

who frequents each one,

and when they frequent them.

 

The streets are behind me,

Sitting on their benches,

Selling my soul in Artwork,

Begging for compassion.

 

Strength was given to me,

on those streets.

Hope was engraved within me,

on those streets.

Change started to brew inside me,

on those streets.

Becoming who I was meant to be,

Loving how I was meant to love,

Being who I was meant to be with,

if only for being a part of

those streets.

 

The streets are behind me,

but I still walk new ones,

like I know them,

like I have the right to know them,

getting to know them slowly,

but never as well as,

those old streets.

 

I’ve dealt with changes-

in weather,

in mental health,

in my body,

in my life-

and all while being

on those streets.

 

Had fetuses taken away from me,

from the spirits of the streets,

on the streets,

aka suffered miscarriages of epic pain,

while being on the streets.

 

I was also given redemption,

and a full term child to find a better life with,

while being on the streets.

 

The streets are behind US,

My love and I have a beautiful child,

from being in love,

on those streets.

 

The streets are behind US,

Years of agony,

years of hope,

years of waiting for something different,

years, decades;

time spent on

the streets are behind US.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/street/

 

 

 

 

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