Lost But Found Poem by Golda C NjiribeakoAlexander

I was down and out, didn’t have anyone to call mine
I was living a miserable and shattered life of no consequence
I was involved in things that wasn’t God’s plan for me
I took to habits that I felt was hip at the time
Slowly, but steadily drifting away from myself in blossomed ignorance
While all the time drawing closer to the ultimate end, grave
With all my in-depth aspirations and youthful dreams higgledy-piggledy forgone

In a trance, or so I thought, forgive my blurry stupor
I heard a voice proclaiming me to be a celebrated victor
Even in that state, I cynically asked, “Could I be a winner? ”
“Or isn’t it the way to wish by a hopeless loser? ”
Didn’t even try to claim victory for myself despite the Inspirer
Until it took the resounding slap from my undesignated, unperceived mentor
To wake me from my degrading state, on course the life river

What a nauseous way to let a masterpiece of the Creator decay
What a gift to bounce back to one’s self despite delay
What a joy to be part of the throng of talents
What an empowering euphoria of self recognition and acceptance
Ever heard the saying, “Experience is the best teacher, ” anytime before?
What a way to learn the techniques that go with life
A better person I am today, for I delight in knowledge

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Dedicated to all who were once Lost but now are Found.