I was told once (ok more than once) that I am weak. In felt inspired this evening to write in my journal and now feel compelled to share my words with you.
Because I'm weak...
I thought I'd try to help the world
Because I felt the need to do so.
I guess thats because I'm weak.
I travelled far, 8000 miles to find
Some cause, some person, to give my empathy to
I guess that's because I'm weak
I found people hungry for money, food, attention,
I couldn't get to all of them, I had so little to give
I guess that's because I'm weak
There was this little girl I saw, I guess
She was 5 or 6. I gave her an empty juice box one day
And some cookies the next
I guess that's because I'm weak
I found myself close to penniless, not
Far from those I sought to assist. I got afraid and closed myself off
I guess that's because I'm weak
I thought I'd go on the roof one day
To clear my mind from fear. I went instead
into the closet and cried my eyes out
I guess that's because I'm weak.
While sitting and fretting one afternoon,
A stray kitten approached my table
She wouldn't stop crying, for hours she mewed
I guess that's because I'm weak
I finally gave in I could bear it no more
I bought a can of tuna
With tear filled eyes I saw her fill her belly
I thought to myself, shell sleep good tonight
I found such pleasure with each bite she took
I guess that's because I'm weak.
