When I stepped out of my house I noticed my cart was not at the usual place. I didn't pay much attention to that fact because my turkeys needed feeding. Grabbed some cotton seeds from the basket and as I was walking towards my coop I saw it. A hole in the wall. The wall that I had built with my bare hands was broken. Seeds were slipping trough my fingers, I collapsed and cried.
When I recovered from the shock, I went back to my leafy bed in the house and than it hit me the hardest. I could not find my Teddy bear, anger grew in me. They had taken everything I had worked for months. This thief is good as he had sneaked in my house - took my wallet from my left pocket and managed to slip my teddy under my head as i was sleeping.
I feel empty and lonely, anger grows in my weak pilgrim hands.
That teddy bear symbolized a very important phase in my life.
I can feel how nightmares are sneaking through the forest to my head.
This is a shout for help, need suggestions what should I do with my life.
