Your Homeless Son

I saw your son yesterday. Standing on the corner for a brief moment before he jaywalked in front of my car — blue jeans, t-shirt, flip flops stride wide cross the downtown Seattle thorofare, tall frame and wide shoulders, black hair, the curls all wild.

Beauty — I caught a glimpse of beauty beneath the emaciated form — the body torn down by a substance that owns him. Leads him — ring in nose — under the bridge to where he feels OK…

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Lisa Boyl-Davis, LICSW

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My name is Lisa. I am a trauma and couples therapist, love to write, sing, hike, pray, bike, and accidently burn food too often… www.ameliacponder.com

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