Michael Snowden

Rookie (2/24/1981 / Marysville CA.)

The Real Me - Poem by Michael Snowden

I woke up this morning thinking wowe is me. How could this be. The man I see is not who I wanted to be. Why is this happening to me. How could I loose everything and still have the faith to be the man I want to be. I feel I have done everything you have asked of me. Why O why God are you doing this to me.
Little did I see that god had another plan for me. That man I see is the real me. Full of self-worth and substance free. I am still a great dad and that I never had. Now I see this is the the life for me. The man I have become is a man who has truly won.

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Woke up on 4/20/2012 thinking my life sucked.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 14, 2013


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