Only on Wednesdays
does the black cat fear
crossing me
for it knows
I have claws too
for each Wednesday
I crawl out of
my shell
in search of words to describe
living somewhere
between up there and hell.
My mind rambles
my heart sheds years
I am aware
this is my final frontier
while strapping on battle gear.
Only on Wednesdays
do I find courage
to reveal
tears sliding down my cheeks
expose
bittersweet memories
that haunt my restless soul
between breaths.
Yes, that black cat knows
when to retreat
for I’ve been baptized
with buckets of misery.
Wonderful! Loved it!❤
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