I felt like a yellow starburst.
I was the flavor that no one liked, but no one loved.
Not quite sour, but not sweet.
The bottom of the bag, only if I’m in a desperate mood flavor
The “If someone asks for one of my starbursts, I’ll give them this yellow one” flavor.
I had middle-child syndrome.
I was stuck in a conversation that never involved me.
I was nominated for every award, but never won one.
I never enjoyed athletics and only played soccer to amuse my parents.
I got average grades.
I was okay at the clarinet.
I was a “jack of all trades” sort of girl.
Life was passing me by, and I did not even care.
That was until…
I found my thing.
The thing that was going to define me.
I went to the shelter and stared in their eyes.
They looked back at me and I started to cry.
One was sick and one was blue
I wanted the lab but the pitbull too.
My hands started shaking as I reached for his kennel card.
I knew that he had been left in a yard,
Disposed of and left for dead.
The person that did this wasn’t right in the head.
His right arm was bent and he reeked of some god awful scent
I looked at his face and was full of disgrace.
What kind of world do I live in where a person would do this to an animal?
I rushed to his side and he looked at me in the eyes.
I told him, “Today is the start of your new life.”
I took him home that night and he nuzzled my arm.
I didn’t know how someone could do him so much harm.
As he laid next to me and we looked up at the ceiling,
I knew he was mine and would never leave my side.
From that day forward, I was transformed.
I bared witness to humanity’s cruelty.
I was now aware of the surrounding world’s savagery.
I couldn’t turn away or pretend to not know about the pain that animals were going through everyday.
So I decided to make a change.
From that day forward, I have volunteered with a rescue called Leashes of Love.
I go to shelters and rescue dogs, I bring these dogs to the vet, I bring them to their foster home, and I watch them get adopted.
Then the cycle starts again the next day.