You must be careful
The journey will get dark
And you'll never reach the end

You must be brave
When you venture far
You can always get help

When you've had enough
Look around and find a light
Though sometimes it's very dim

Love is for the strong
The ones who can endure
The pain when the rain comes
The chill when the seasons change
The lust after the every growing world
The hardships are almost to much to bare
We try to love and curse at the world when we fail
We cast someone into the deepest pits of our lives
Letting them control us
and we barely realize
The pain that we have is caused by ourselves
You'd be a liar if you blamed someone else
Love is for the strong
and hate if for the weak
In which category would you be

My rat had babies,
five days ago.
They are eight in number,
little pink and black wrinkly fingers.
Closed eyes,
Ears not fully formed,
Wriggling on my palm
in the depths of their sleeping.
I came home late last night,
and i was drawn to see them,
so i went and felt for them, hiding in their nest.
A hair twisted around one's neck and one's foot.
Tweezers and pins and delicate maneuvering,
allowed us to get them free.
They are ok now,
but one wee boy will limp his first steps
even though i stayed up all night,
raising his leg and massaging it,
hoping to drain fluid from his swollen limb,
giving him kisses
and casting healing spells.
Good vibes don't fix everything.