Rabbi

My rabbi makes me feel better about being alive,

my rabbi takes the hits of life when I do not wish 

to thrive anymore.

My rabbi tells me about "back when I was a girl"

and how "if I can do it then you can do it."

She knows there is not much left within these tired bones

but she feeds me anyways

because she knows the future,

my rabbi.

my rabbi.

My rabbi is my mother, and she makes my life

terrible and worth living 

all at the same time.

My rabbi makes me hate everything,

but she also helps me to love myself.

Not knowing what to do for the rest of my days,

not knowing how to live for the rest of my days,

my rabbi is there and she takes me 

into the woods of curiosity

where all of the cats who survived live,

and she introduces me to them one by one. 

My rabbi makes me feel better about being alive. 

My rabbi. My rabbi. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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