To be homeless is nothing more than to be displaced. They are no different from those of us who have a place of our own. They wake up the same as you and me. They need love and affection like you and me. What is to be displaced?
Is it a choice a person makes?
Is is a curse?
Is it random?
Does it choose you?
Do you choose it?
I’ve been close to being homeless at one time in my life. I was kicked out of somewhere to land on some one else’s door-step;only to find out I was not welcome there either. I literally had no place to call my own during that brief time. I was displaced because of my family‘s lack of concern for me. Who of you are bold enough to admit you’ve been home less at one time or another? It could have lasted an hour,a day, a week , a month or even a year. No matter the length of time,,or for whatever set of circumstances, you know what feeling homeless is like.
The United States of America is The Great Land of Pretenders. When I was displaced, I held a full-time job, I wore nice clothes, I ate everyday. I just lacked my roof. I went to work and wore the same happy face; no one knew of my plight. I pretended all was well with me and kept going because well, that is what one does in the land pf pretenders.
To be homeless mean so much more than to lack a roof over your head at night. In my view, to be displaced is to be without family. Family tossed me out;I ended up living with a bunch of strangers . I was cut off from my rightful place and role in my family. So I struck out on my own;left all those people behind because that’s when I knew I had to forge my path and find my family.
Displaced people wander about looking for acceptance and connection. I sure did. You can be a wealthy person and still merit the title of displaced soul only because you’ve no family, no ties . No true bonds to family whether it’s your blood or family made of close friends. You can own the whole world and all its treasure but if you have no true connection to another soul, you’re a displaced soul. I have met many in that plight who were so full of the pride of life and the total sum of their possessions. Yet they had no one who checks up on them at least once a day to see if they’re ok.
In the land of pretenders they teach children everything about the value of material things and nothing about the value of life. Generation after generation children are not shown to pursue love and to attain peace at all costs.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
5 thoughts on “The Displaced”
You know it better from inside I hope, Eva, but still you are not the one who thinks so. It was always like that and everywhere. People didn’t become ideal through the centuries of their civilization. It’s eternal here on this planet. But it has sharpened these days, yeah?
Not sure I understand your comment, Yuriy….
…because you’ve mentioned the pretenders there. One can’t change the world but can change oneself and the way of pretending as well if it’s possible at all. : )
aaahhhh I get you know 🙂 And yes, I agree…