The Tiger
Our mortal frames contain
a tiger
A power which grips our souls
throughout most of our lives
we are pulled this way and that
by this power
Our course is strewn with rocks
and our spirit must deal with this force
which is not always amenable to reason
This tiger has a beautiful strength
The tiger leaves us
after years of ruling
our heart and emotions
Two become one
when the tiger
ROARS
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015
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