The Lean, Mean, Me

Slowly and methodically, I become disheveled by life's little setbacks. Just about everything has been taken. My shell has been sanded down into dust, the remnants of a stronger shell, one would have thought. I seemed invincible. I certainly felt invincible. But I wasn't. I went down, several times, actually. And then picked myself up and made myself better. I streamlined myself. I cut away the fat and got rid of the excess, cutting down to a lean, mean, me. But is this enough, will it ever be enough? Will I go down again? I seek God for these answers. I look to him for inspiration and strength. Hopefully, I can find him soon.