phillip_learnin

Well, another victim falls because of poverty. 9 years plus 6 months is the length of time I have had my cat. I rescued her in a laneway. Someone had kicked her in the face, breaking some teeth in the process. I found her at 6 months old and gave her the best life I could. She never wanted for
anything. No one even raised there voice at her.

My cat stopped eating and drinking for some reason. I took her to the spca for a checkup. A cancerous sist ruptured her
abdomen. It happened quickly. I could not afford to have
surgery. They had to put her down. My cat had been through a
lot, and constantly cuddled into me until I fell asleep.

Sometimes I find myself deeply searching
in the mirrors of my mind
yet not knowing what I should try and find.

Sometimes I find myself slowly walking
along some deserted beach or park
somehow at home in the silence and the dark.

Sometimes I find myself inward feeling
pity, sorry I was ever born me
instead of someone else content and happy.

Sometimes I find myself patiently sitting
for hours that never seem that long
wondering where, if anyplace is there where I belong.

Sometime I find myself softly cying
for reasons I do not know
just wishing for rain so the tears will not show.