Here I sit…

Here I sit
Waiting for coffee to drip
Into my thrift store cup
Barely waking up.

My house just burned
Who would have thought?
My dog was saved
The rest is stuff.

I’m in a hotel
My friends shower love
It could be worse
I could be dead

My insurance is good
My property secured
The process is slow
I work each day

My friends at work
All rally around.
They comfort me
Their hugs sincere

So thankfully
I wake each dawn
I’lI take the steps
To build my home

I will survive
This new-laid plan
And find once more
I’m home again

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