But what am I now?

I used to be creative,

I used to see the little light

in the big darkness..

But what am I now?

Now, I am a failure

a quitter

ashamed..

I once could devise a path to greatness, 

yet now, I can only see the path I'm on.

I drafted so many plans,

I dreamed all the dreams you could dream,

only to watch them crash while I screamed.

So what am I?

Am I useful? Am I helpful?

Am I smart enough? Strong enough?

Enough?

Am i?

It doesn't feel like it..

It feels like I have burned my last bridge,

like I'm on the edge again.

I used to know how to manage my money,

did inflation change the game?

God said these things don't matter,

and I want to believe Him.

But why is it so hard to have faith?

Am I so broken

that I can't see the light in myself?

Can I do anything?