I've kept a prayer journal for the past month, and I can definitely see how it can be lyrical, I definitely won't be putting all of my prayers here, and with it being for anyone to read, it will likely focus on things less personal to my life, as well as adding emphasis to the writing itself, where my prayers in general aren't especially lyrical. (Collectively this holds all of the poetry that I wrote in 2023.)

Most cats have nine lives. He only has one. There he sits, on his haunches, waiting for his moment. It will come. Soon. And when it does, he'll finally get her back. One last time. One last chance. One last life.

"Sara liked schedules." For some people, they are obsessed with time. And Sara is no different. The problem is, her time might be running out. But maybe, just maybe, she could be saved. Perhaps by a single, blank, blue post-it. Major Trigger Warning: suicidal scenarios, and possible self-harm circumstances are talked about and mentioned frequently in later chapters. They are not glorified, only expanded on. If you are need of help because of similar issues, please contact a prevention hotline, or reach out for further details.