Flooding waters came as the rain fell on my tent.
It happened so fast I was not able to get out.
Surrounded by water, I watch my friend dig a trench.
I feel so powerlessness it fills me with doubt.
Wondering what I am doing back here in the riverbed.
Before the rain I was happy to have a home and felt good.
It's morning now and I'm grateful I'm not dead.
What was beauty is now ugly, barren, wet, crude.
I wonder if the rain is done with it's showers of despair.
This storm took more from me than material things.
My desperate spirit is also in need of repair.
Time to get up and see what another homeless day brings.
by Becky Jo Gibson© all rights reserved
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BeckyJo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am homeless. Lost everything to flood waters again today as I have 3 winters now. 3-4 times each winter. I wrote this after my first flood. Today I'm sitting in a taco bell soaked. My puppy sleeping beside me. I'm wondering what I will do this time. The rain isn't letting up! Survive! That's what I'll do. I pray I find a dry place to go and food to replace what the flash flood took!. Amen!
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Hun...There miust be some sort of shelter that you can go to that will feed you and keep a roof over your head..ESPECIALLY in your situation,,,you are homeless due to natural disasters...believe me, there must be something that you can do to rectify your situation...anyway, nice write and I will keep you in my prayers...B E L I E V E
I do hope that you find somewhere dry soon and the rain stops. Heartfelt write.
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