What happened to my life,where did it go?
Wasn’t I just a child,when did I get so old?
What happened to the story of my life?
What happened to me being the hero?
Since when did I become an extra in my own life story?
Who sneakily stole my pen and script,
And made me a ghost, a stranger in my own life?
Who snatched control and knocked me away, off the center-stage altogether,
to helplessly stand and from the wings watch,
My life unfold like a stranger’s script,
Seconds, hours, days, weeks and years.
Now a stranger to his life,
He felt he was falling, failing and flailing,
Distraught, he held on to the ghosts of his dreams,
that lurked between the curtains,
He rued the loss of a beautiful life,
buried deep within lay the pain of knowing,
this isn’t how his life was meant to be.
He could still become the hero he knew,
‘Suit up’ he said and got to work,
He knew the dreams of the past were just that,
So he started dreaming anew.
He knew if he worked hard enough,
He would surely be blessed by the holy ghost!
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Thank you very much for your words of encouragement. 🙂🙏🏽