NaPoWriMo 2014 - day 17 - Mr. Wendell

I wonder about the first time
I cannot imagine that the fifth or the tenth
Are any easier
But that first time
I often wonder
The courage and desperation
To find a box and tear in half
To find a marker and wonder what to say
To find a corner and stand for the day

To hear the ridicule and withstand the dirty looks
Or no looks at all
To begin to smell with no place to shower
To be the most in the way invisible

The hunger and courage it takes
To decide to stay alive

To find a bucket
To collect quarters and dimes