My Tiger
When my thoughts are turned within,
There lives a Tiger I obey.
I find my other self… my twin.
Protecting me from mortal sin,
She blossoms like a fresh bouquet.
When my thoughts are turned within.
She waits in silence with a grin
And enemies are easy prey.
I find my other self… my twin.
A part of me that waits therein;
My Tiger keeps my foes at bay.
When my thoughts are turned within.
My Tiger waits beneath my skin
And she has never run astray.
I find my other self… my twin.
My other self, my discipline;
Harm me and she’ll make you pay.
When my thoughts are turned within,
I find my other self… my twin.
Form: Villanelle
poem by Amera Andersen
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