What's the Problem?
Everybody loves cats, don't they?
there's always one everywhere,
a harmless little creature
wanting just a few scratches, and a pat on the back.
Everyone I know always reaches first
for the small purring little ball of fur,
laughing with glee, playing carefree.
It only intensifies, their laughter,
when I jump in terror.
Truth be told, my entire life
I have never known why,
all I know is the paralyzing fear
that has consumed me for as long as I remember.
"It won't do anything, it's harmless!"
Yes, I know that.
But that's not the problem, is it?
The problem has always been the way my chest tightened
painfully around my pounding heart
each time I come across one.
The shame follows right after it.
As a confused little kid, in fact still,
I see normal people
petting cats, loving their pets
with no danger whatsoever.
Yet,
I am as nervous as a long-tailed cat
in a room full of rocking chairs.
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