When I was young and believed in Self,
I was in such excellent health.
I was full of fight and felt alive.
I knew then I could survive.
When I was knocked to the ground,
I’d bounce back up for another round.
Positive words would clear my mind,
And courage I could always find.
I held strong values deep inside,
Never gave in to foolish pride,
Loved my enemies the best I could,
And did good deeds in the neighborhood.
I believed in God and I had hope
That whatever happened, I could cope.
No matter how hard my life could get,
I never kept myself in debt.
The losses came, one by one
Until the fight in me was done.
So many losses in a row,
Too many years were full of woe.
I could not find God anywhere
And told myself He did not care.
Every step I tried to take,
Only led to more heartache.
My friends became invisible,
And I fell in a deep, dark hole.
It took me years to find a way
Out into the light of day.
I’d lost my health. I was alone.
My friend left me on my own.
I grew cynical and tough
And finally, I said “enough.”
“Enough of feeling victimized,
I need to find a way to rise.”
“I need to build my life again,
Not focus on ‘What might have been.”