Lost

Sometimes I look back
And don’t recognize the person
I once was before You.

And sometimes I look
At who I am today
And realize who I was
No longer exists,
And who I am is because of You.

I am a person who is stronger
Than I could have ever realized.
So tell me please,
Why is it today I feel so weak and lost?

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