Hearing the scurrying and squeals
As the rats swarm everywhere..
I fight and trash about,
trying to keep them away,
as they attempt to tear me apart..
everywhere I turn, another attacks
ripping them away, as I struggle to pull myself up
I watch them scurry back to their dark little holes
Pieces of my raw flesh hanging between their sharp jaws
Alone once again, my wounds start to heal
I am not ashamed by these scars
They remind me of how I became so strong
Instead I cherish them.
My skin now thicker from lessons learned
I am now stronger and wiser,…
more prepared for my next meeting with the rats of life.
