By Michael W. Raley
I never thought it would happen to me.
I never thought that I would become a statistic,
But here I am.
You are ready to move on and leave me here.
Alone.
After every trial we faced,
Every obstacle we overcame,
This life we built together
Comes down to paperwork and boxes.
I thought we communicated well,
Yet our problems accumulated like the clutter
That has piled up in our home.
I didn’t want this,
I didn’t ask for this,
And I certainly don’t deserve this.
Yet here we are,
Deconstructing a life into paperwork and boxes.
Triumphant In Christ 