ALONE - Author Kyla

Imagine being by yourself, dying in hunger and pain.

I packed all of my possessions in the worn building I once owned. That was when it was under my name. Contemplating the possibilities that I should have considered to avoid it. I went out and observed the plain fields that were mine. I didn't have the money to harvest crops nor water to keep them alive. My favourite hammock had deteriorated from the sun. I could just visualise myself reading, almost falling asleep. Well that is if I can find a bed before dusk.

By myself, a loner as you call it. All I had were my belongings, my memories, not that I had many to keep. I couldn't cope. Carelessly strolling down my rocky-surfaced driveway, peeping back every now and again over my shoulder, where did my life go?

Looking below at my sandals that were worn to the sole, almost like my heart. Scuffing my shoes as I walked on. Wondering where to go. As I travelled away from the shack all of my memories slipped past me. I felt transparent. I stood there spiritless, torn apart from what I loved, unaware of the undesirable atmosphere. My mind was empty. The wind swiftly whispered in my ear. I heard a sound talking to me mentioning to stay at my brother's place. He always accompanied me when we visited the orphanage. Those days were the most miserable and downcast. Sitting on the cold concrete in winter, shivering alongside in his arms. But, those days have passed.

My shoulders felt heavy and my back was slumped as I walked away from my dream house. Not everyone's pictured mansion however in comparison it was unique. The greatest challenge was to get to my brother's house before I needed a supply of food or water. I wasn't worried about the fact that it was on the outskirts of our countryside, it was that I had no indication of which direction to take. No signposts, nothing.

Strolling down the road that wasn't marked. All that I saw was dead crops, collapsed. My only idea was to keep on walking but my arms felt numb and useless as I pulled my loaded suitcase up the path. It was hard to tell where I was going when I only had an unknown road to guide me there. There were no houses in sight.

The humidity in the air was making it hard to breathe. My shadow was just keeping up with me. I was famished and dehydrated, the days were passing by too quickly. I had nothing else to rely on and I didn't have the energy to go any further. I sat lonely on the side of the road.

105 000 people are homeless in Australia. Now, I am one of them.

In my life I see people begging on the populated streets. What they need, I always have. I feel guilt. It's called  HOMELESSNESS. I imagine myself in their shoes. We need to act fast. This is what matters to me!

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