Poem
2/4/2020
Life has taken its toll on me.
I've rebuilt my life twice and it's once again been pulled away from me.
I'm fearful of the future I can not see.
I was sick once before, but now its happened once more.
I've lost the place, I called my home.
I'm fearful of the future I can not see.
I hate asking for a helping hand.
Yet, here I stand with my hand out, feeling bad.
I'm fearful of the future I can not see.
I've lived my life with good and grace.
But now I'm fearful that hate has taken its place.
I'm fearful of the future I can not see.
I'm trying to rise a third time from the ashes on top of me.
I want to defeat tit one last time.
I'm fearful of the future I can not see.
I hate not knowing where I stand.
Is this now who I am?
I'm fearful of the future I can not see.
Beat, broken and swallowed whole.
What else am I to know?
I'm fearful of the future I can not see.
