Lost Angeles

I was a soldier fallen from grace Angels surround me saving my face Lonely and scattered struggling to find A place I could trust to share my mind. I found the soup Then it found me We began a journey That set my heart free A comment here, a contest winner I could spill my words without feeling a sinner A second home that took me away From any dirt that came my way. I found the soup Then it found me We began a love That set my heart free As time rolled on I judged others writing Loving the way I could feel people fighting To earn first place in the contests I ran Made me feel useful Body starting to mend The chemistry was right When I wrote through the night The soup saved me soul As a soldier I fight I was a soldier falling from grace Then I met soup and I'm back in the race. Kristen bruni. June 19, 2014.