Finding Myself

I look back in the abyss of conscious, I numbered my seven lives as cat. Each time I fall, I lost part of motions, I left speechless, breathless and red. In all those diving and labyrinths my presence was hiding invisible. But then I rise up again, charming, with new truths and principles. I grew up each time almost dying, my old body rest in the past. A new wisdom comes after crying, a new peace replace all the vast. And learning the meanings of cycles, my face got a new look from pain. Like cat I reborn, a woman alike, and pure new hard disk in brain. My life is a spiral of valleys and hills. I know, I will climb that high mountain, and reunited I will joyfully feel. The value I add to my new founding.