“I’ve got nothin’,” I said
as I looked out over the pile that
was my clothes, my house, my bed.
It broke my heart
to think of great-grandma’s
antique teacart.
“I’ve got nothin’,” I cried
when I found the body
of my cat who had died.
I see nothing but ash
as we throw the remains of
all my stuff in the trash.
The place still smelled of smoke
but as we cleaned
I realized I was not broke.
I had nothing that day
but over the course of a year
life has found a way.
I was at the end of my rope
until the new house
filled me with hope.
