Broke but not Broken

Pennies, nickels, quarters and dimes.....change. I'm not talking about the kind of change that Obama promised, I'm talking about that funny little jingle that plays every time I look through my wallet. All I hear is cents but it doesn't make any sense that I'm here in this predicament. You see I'm broke but I am not broken, discouraged but not lacking courage. Lost but I am not searching.....This roller coaster ride has been full of surprise and it doesn't seem like it's stopping. Through the twists and turns, the loops and the curves my heart beats and it still keeps on pumping. Though tired inside and nothing seems right there's a hope that I have been given. It's in Jesus' name that I still remain...calm....but I won't keep quiet. I'm a riot inside, a woman full of pride, a storm that is ready to rise. Everything and nothing at all. Still but not for very long. Alive preparing for the call.