The Cat

The Cat by Miroslav Holub

Outside it was night
like a book without letters.
And the eternal dark
dripped to the stars through the sieve of the
city.

I said to her
do not go
you'll only be trapped
and bewitched
and will suffer in vain.

I said to her
do not go
why want
nothing?

But a window was opened
and she went,

a black cat into the black night,
she dissolved,
a black cat in the black night,
she just dissolved
and no one ever saw her again.
Not even she herself.

But you can hear her
sometimes,
when it's quiet
and there's a northerly wind
and you listen intently
to your own self.

When I first read this poem I instantly connected with it.
What I thought of is a good kid turning down the wrong path and struggling with life. The kid knows what he is doing is wrong but he is not in a good situation and does it anyway. "she dissolved" he lost himself and he is no longer that "good kid" anymore. But in the mist of all of his struggling when he sits down and thinks he can remember the kid that he used to be.
I really connected with this poem because my brother has struggled with things for awhile now. He is a good kid but just went down the wrong path and is not in the Best situation. But I know that he wants to find himself again.