Slugs slithering up the front door
8 cats meowing for more
Mosquitos dancing for a bloody cure
And my feet are on the floor
Tired of standing
Strong I will be
Life is demanding
It’s so hard to see
I am fragile
Handle with care
I can feel
Even if it’s not there
Deeply empathetic
I’ll touch your soul
No time to regret it
Just reaching the goal
The goal is to love
And to be loved
Soaring above
The part that’s rough
Take my hand
I’ll take you there
The magical land
Free of despair
A strong all-encompassing final line to really send the message home. Rhyming is challenging for me, so I love seeing how you’ve managed it so deftly here. The speaker of the poem seems so strong, yet vulnerable – even saying so “I am fragile / Handle with care,” but the vulnerability also allows for imagination – for the magical element to enter in. A hopeful poem.