My New Home

I gaze at the dark sky under all the bright stars
wondering what's going to happen next.
The dark sky is like how I feel when I'm out here;
scared, lost, and all alone.
But the bright, shiny stars is like a glimpse of hope,
knowing that everything will be ok.
I move along under the highway,
all weary and hungry, energy being drained from my body.
It's as if I'm dead, it's like I can't feel anything or anyone, emotionless.
But I want to be found and no one can find me.
I lie here but no one will see me.
My only safe haven is here with these blankets and a pillow
it makes it hard for me to trust anyone anymore.
I get betrayed and passed along because everyone is scared of me.
As I slumber deep into the night,
I wake up to find myself baffled by the sights and sounds of the city.
The sound of cars soaring down the highway above me
and the aroma of someone's coffee passing by
is like being dropped off at a place you have never been
but the senses around make you vulnerable and more aware to all your
surroundings.
I fall back asleep, only to wake again,
safe and sound all because of one person who came to rescue me
and let me stay in her home out of harm's way to find me again.