My Heart’s Dreadful Day Poem by Leah Johnston

As I wept my spirits rose
releasing through my tears the woes.
Though tears stream down my face,
it all has a sort of grace.

My pain,
my anger,
my memories,
are being washed away with ease.

But one thing will be left behind,
broken and shattered in pieces so fine,

Over time it may heal
but in its place will be a scar still
To remind me of that dreadful day,
when my poor cat ran away.

[June 11,2008]