I’m still in the process of losing.
Nothing has yet been recovered.
One day I woke up and it was all gone.
Everything I knew and loved was mine no more.
The woman of my dreams called the police.
I was told I no longer had a place to call home.
I couldn’t even day goodbye to my children.
My furniture, TVs, silverware, dishes,
even my washer & dyer were gone forever.
I thought I still had my freedom,
but that was taken, too.
I was ready to give up,
but I refuse to give in.
Every day I wake up and tell myself
“Today is the day my life begins.”