1200 HRS JULY 9TH 2007

Picking up

pieces of a broken heart,

pieces of a broken life.

The days seemed to merge

into the nights

of loneliness

and solitude.

Emptiness

and meaninglessness

hung over me

like stale cigarette smoke

in a small room.

I lay in bed,

silently crying

tears

full of pride.

Consumed with

bitterness

and grief,

I sought happiness

and peace

in endless stacks of

philosophy

and spirituality books.

Just when I started

to accept that mine

is a life of

alienated reclusiveness,

God sent me

a Precious Angel,

and gave me reason

to smile again.