There is something to be said about ones home
when you wake up one morning to a sign posted
on your door stating you don't live there anymore.
I had never planned for such a feat, not knowing
where a child of mine and i would lay our heads at
night to sleep?
What I horrible feeling becoming frozen, realizing the one
who loved me lives no more. my little one looking up at
me while i see our future is unsure and unknown.
I have become so isolated not many friends know the
state I'm in. I wouldn't know were to begin. I pray, but
no matter how much I ask, no answer from within.
What will it take for me to rise above the adversity when
everything I knew as my security is taken? In the end I learned
my worth is not about what i posses and that's no mistaken.
So after all is said and done it is what remains in my heart
each day I rise, homeless or not. Be it with love filled to its
brim over flowing touching the hearts of humankind
When life for them begins to feel hopeless and grim.