Exceptional Never thought at 55 this would happen In Loss There is Gain by Jennifer L Newcomb My Faith Poetry contest entry

So many trials so many tribulations in the past few years Such great losses leaves my eyes stinging full of tears As they do I ask the question why with everyone Waiting for an answer that doesn’t seem to come I lost my home, all that I own and those that I love Left me feeling as if punished from the one above Emotions overtake me scared of what is coming I don’t know As if standing on sinking sand slowly pulling me below   Surely there some life lesson I haven’t yet learned Daily doing my best and this is what I have earned Surely I am missing the mark, this all seems not right Surrounded by the darkness stumbling to reach light Waking up each day waiting for night again to close my eyes Exhausted of swimming upstream against my life's tides Begging for strength that I may again stand on steady land Instead of going under the foundation of this sinking sand   Holding on to my faith praying it doesn’t slip away While still waiting for answers why this is happening everyday Nothing left I have to be stripped or taken from me Empty years of labor, all I had is gone no longer there to see Lost in my thoughts of despair wanting to turn back time Having all returned to me that once was all mine In the silence of my thoughts a familiar voice whispers in my heart Remember that I am that I am and you are my work of art   I am the one who gives and I am the one who takes away My love is what will forever remain at the end of each day All else will come and go with the sands of time Except the love I have for you, I am yours and you are mine So you see there is no loss of worth or value to what you own My love is all you will carry with you when I take you home.   Author Notes This is true. At 55 I lost my home of six years then all my belongings were unjustly taken and sold from a storage facility for $30.00 for a past due balance supposedly on a lien fee of $100.00 The storage unit fees were current and no notice was given in regards to sell of unit. Payments I continued to make unaware the storage was gone, storage facility kept everyone. I lived in a tent for six months and I can't even begin to tell you the despair and anguish of going through all of it. This poem was the best I could do.

© Copyright 2024. Jennifer L Newcomb All rights reserved. Jennifer L Newcomb has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.