Letter to the Homeless From Someone Who Has Been There


By Kris Lane


How are you today? Where did you sleep last night? Where are your things? Have you eaten?

There are so many questions I could ask you.

I know just getting through the day is a monumental task. Standing in line for food, being cold or wet, being forced to be around strangers who can be threatening or drunk or high, being afraid someone will harm you or take your things, being quiet and “staying in your lane” so no one will notice you and you will be left alone, appointment after appointment with people who are trying to help, the endlessness and hopelessness of it all, being numb all the time because it is all too much.

This is the probably the last thing on your mind, but there is a safe way to escape all that for just a little while and have a break from the enormous struggle that is life right now.

Have you ever written or kept a journal? Have you felt like there is a part of you that needs to tell your story? It does not have to be about why you are here or the bad things that happened to you. But that is okay too. This will be a safe place, kind of a Haven within the Haven. Everyone is supportive and you can say or be who you really are without the hard, numb, cold shell that you have had to grow around you. You can relax.

I know that seems impossible, but it is true. I know that I have walked around at times in my life with this belief that the world is a hostile and unfair place, that the good things in life were not intended for me. It is easy to feel that way especially when you are homeless. But there is help and you just have to keep on keeping on. Trusting is hard. But there are good people in this world. People who genuinely want and do help people.

The first step is to open that door to the good world is to trust. You will know who to trust when you meet them. You have good radar now for the ones that you can't trust.

It has probably been a long time since anyone cared about what was going on inside of you. Everyone needs a voice and everyone has a right to be heard. If you are sick or sad or angry that can come out in this place.

Wouldn’t it be nice to know there is a place where you can begin to feel human again? The Haven Writers Circle is such a place.  We want to hear your voice.

We meet weekly online for now and write, and talk, and support each other.  The Haven within the Haven.

“The wound is the place where the light enters you”          Rumi


from someone who has been where you are