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A Secret Affair…….

When I first saw him, I knew he belonged to another woman, my best friend in fact. Then it started. Whenever I went to her house to help her with dinner, he quietly watched us in the kitchen. At first he regarded me with his typical nonchalant flair but as he got to know me, …
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Today I had to finally tell my youngest daughter’s teacher the truth about us. I directed her to change.org’s website to read about my situation. Before they go trying to refer to me resources that don’t exist, they need to see what the reality is for those who are homeless. This is a small town, …
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It would be all too easy to allow myself to fall into despair about not having a place of my own and worrying myself to death over what’s not happening in my life right now. Everyday there is something, never enough this, never enough that and even though it can be a rollercoaster sometimes, I …
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He says he’s not that nice yet everyday his conduct makes a liar out of him. It doesn’t matter that he had a dark side and is a work in progress, we all are. He doesn’t have to do what he does, so why does he? Regardless of how you got here mister, you’re here and …
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Angst-“I” at ease

October 8th, 2010 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Homelessness | Poetry - (0 Comments)

Angst-“I” at ease.

Anxieties, worries, stresses, strain, unknown futures calling me Nothing guaranteed, knowing that I won’t be free Silent tears, hidden pain, when a new day will I see? I saw my reflection the other day, past a window on display but…. The woman I saw, who looked like me, couldn’t remember what she used to be …
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The two I lost….

October 7th, 2010 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Helping hands | Homelessness | Kids | Poetry - (0 Comments)

The two I lost…..

The two I lost….

October 7th, 2010 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Helping hands | Homelessness | Kids | Poetry - (0 Comments)

Even though my thoughts today have been preoccupied with figuring out how I’m going to pay for my storage rent, car tabs and school stuff for the kids this month, there is something else that comes to my mind every October. It is the memory of two native girls I saw every night while working …
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They don’t understand me, those people I’m around Loving, laughing, feet solid on the ground Even when I leave a comment, it makes no sound   They don’t understand me, they don’t try Nights I hear my children cry In the driver’s seat I wipe my eyes   They don’t understand me or what I …
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