Ferocity In Me

It is known truth

in grips too tight,

tearing me apart,

I do put up a fight.

React we do to an

icy projectile from

those who keep us

under their thumb.

I rebel with ferocity

away from control.

That would not see

ever me as my own.

Lets be fire awhile

when a cold wind,

that excels us not,

seeks control again.

Bask we must in it,

confident identity;

heart ferocious but

a humility breathe.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Yaaas! You are on SUCH a roll!

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    1. 😊 Glad you like it!

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