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I sat alone on a tragic night

Feeling completely torn apart

By all of the terror and fright

That had welled up deep in my heart

Then across the way I saw a cat

Bright orange with accents of white

He came to me on the stone I sat

Limping along with all his might

I took notice of what he might have gone through

Rejection, abuse, hurt, and loneliness

But still a smile came to

Even over my pain and kindly mess

He stood strong, even by himself

His white paws were a light to his path

And his past problems set aside on a shelf

To grow character and no longer wrath

His chest crescend with light

Pooring out of his deep soul

Shining brighter than the flames of night

This strength didn't come from words he was told

But rather while in his miseries

He had to depend on a greater force

That was deep within his memories

That would ultimately determine his course

And as he walked away

The tip of his tail shone like a light

Giving me hope that one day

Once I get over this mountain's height

I will be a light unto the world as well

Because fortunately my current pain

Will not condemn me to Hell

But rather grow me and remind me the mansion my God has lain