Nomad
By jfarrell
All my life wandering, travelling
From family home into children’s home
From one to another
Then to my own flat
Which I lost
Homeless
Doorway to subway
Into a hostel
Then another hostel
Followed by 20 years
Of cheap bed-sits
With yellowing, mouldy walls
Breakdown, suicide attempt
Into hospital
For longer than any bedsit
Into a hostel
And still the wandering goes on
Like a nomad
I move from place to place
Searching for the place to stop and stay.
Degrees of Displacement
Finding a niche is not for everyone. Circumstances, choices, will - it really takes a lot of will. In same space for 8 years after being in same space for 19 years; I guess raising a kid is a settlementizing affair. :D
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