Lost Identity

One day, have

Next day, have not 

One day, live

Next day, live not

This is known as reality

A word so heavy

That even a giant couldn't carry 

One day, I had it all

The next day, I watched it fall

How do you begin to encourage others

When you have your own personal problems?

When you smile

Do they instead sense a frown?

Just a year ago

My pride was on go

Until I was close to becoming homeless 

With no place to go

This is when I became humble 

A state of less being 

My whole worth crumbled 

Into infinite pieces

In that moment of my life

I was body-less

A spirit floating on water

Until God handed me a surprise 

A two story home filled with laughter 

 

 

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