I am the being that inhabits this body
I am the anxiety that drives it mad.
I am the raindrops that fall from the sky
And every blade of grass upon which they lie…
I wrote this poem when one of the rats in my daughter’s care was ill. The experience reminded me of a cat we used to live with who passed away, that cat changed me. It’s always so hard on us as caretakers to table our own fears and insecurities while we tend to their needs.
First World Problems