Homeless voice

This is the voice of the homeless.
The voice which goes unheard.
When there are those more unfortunate,
you may think I'm being absurd.

However it's not so clear cut,
not a case of us and them.
For from the term 'homeless',
a variety of situations stem.

I do not sleep under the stars,
shivering helplessly in the cold.
My possessions are not within a single bag,
my clothes not torn and old.

My shoes do not have holes in.
I do not beg or busk.
I have food, shelter and clothes,
when the day turns into dusk.

But still, I was made homeless months ago,
before the cold and snow.
The summer still ruled, with a blue sky,
yet the next night I didn't know where I'd lie.

I had no bed to call mine,
for I had no permanent home.
Hotels, the homes of family and hostels,
these are where I resigned, alone.

Eventually I got a temporary flat,
but on the other side of town.
No longer in close proximity,
my friendships all shut down.

And now I'm on the list,
waiting for my number to be next.
But it really doesn't matter,
just think of it like life's test.

Now, you may think I'm being petty,
as my lot is better than some.
However, you need to be aware,
one term does not fit all.