There’s that blinking again.
I scratch inside this cramped
muscle cage wanting to run
while she waddles her fingers
across an electronic desert writing
and erasing words in the sand.
I purr my plea to set me free,
but she holds the leash tighter
clipping my claws with someday.
She thinks of me as one of her
domesticated cats that rub at
her ankles begging for food and attention.
I am a tiger meant to run; feel the sun
upon my fur; stand my ground against
any beast that dares cross into my territory.
Damn, just when I see my roar breaking
through the walls of this crumbling zoo,
I feel her tears drip from my eyes.
Her sorrow drains me of my anger.
I hear her tell me I am the strength that lifts her,
the music of her voice, the courage to walk
the valley when its dark, and laughter
when pain stalks from every shadow.
It is odd how a moment can change perception.
Suddenly I see not a locked door but an open portal
where words left in the sand are leading both of us
across an electronic desert to freedom.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
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Amazing Susie!!!
<3 yours
This is inspired writing, Susie. The merging of the woman and her animal spirit companion is faultless - the sense that they are apart together was so well-handled throughout the poem.
I just LOVE how personal you made this...thank you so much for taking us to that inner tiger space that raw and hurting and wide open dessert freedom, too!! Beautiful!