The Life Stealer
visited me one night, while I slept.
He took all the parts of my life that weren't close to my bed.
When I woke, I wondered if I could have prevented him
After I got over the initial shock I made an inventory of the
things that were missing
The Life Stealer took my energy, my intellect
and my relationships.
Worst of all he stole my joy.
told me that there wasn't much hope of ever seeing
my stuff again. He couldn't help me.
Later, I found little parts of my life that The Life Stealer had
I found tiny quantities of joy in some unexepected places
One day I'm going to find The Life Stealer, and then I'm going to
take my life right back